Henry thinks Stephen is smarter than I am. Literally, he told me he thought Stephen was smarter than me in the car last Thursday.

Before we knew his tick was a tick (Little Copper), I offered to look at the bump on his neck when we got home. He said he would rather have Dad look at.

Okay, but why?

Because Dad is smart.

What?! I am smart too. Do you think Dad is smarter than me?

Yes.

Why?!

Because he know about cooking and teaching.

Yes, he does. What do I know about?

Complete silence. Neither one of them have any idea about what I know or do. Well, let me tell you! I know a lot of stuff. Just as much stuff as Stephen if not more.

Then, to add insult to injury, in the car on Tuesday, Henry had a broken art project. I offered to help him fix it when we got home. Nope, he didn't want my help. He wanted Dad to look at it because he could probably fix it better.

Fix it better?
Yeah, because Dad used to be a working guy.

Yeah, Dad put power under ground. That doesn't mean he can fix it better.

But he watched all the other kinds of working guys build things, so he probably knows how to fix it. He knows about building things and also fixing things.







I can fix things too.

Silence.