Coming home from school yesterday, Josh started pontificating:
“Mom, inside your head lives a wise owl and he helps you make good decisions.”
Immediately I start cranking the rusty gears on my rusty gray matter and think “I have no idea what he’s talking about. I don’t want to make him feel crazy or dumb, but I really have no idea. Is that a quote from a cartoon? Was that on a billboard we saw the other day? Did we read that in a book??? I JUST DON’T KNOW!!!!!! THINK LIKE A KINDERGARTNER SARA!!!!!!!”
To Josh I said: “Hmmm… inside your head…. are we talking about the brain here?”
Him: “Mmmm hmmmmm.”
Me: “Is it…. a part of your brain?”
Him: *Giggling and eye rolling* “Sure mom, it’s your prefrontal cortex.”
No…. just…. no. Child… you are in kindergarten. You have to wait until second grade to be smarter than your mom.
“Josh, I’m going to write a note to your teacher that says you are not allowed to participate in learning that stuff on the grounds that your mom feels dumb.”
Him: *rolls eyes* Oh mom….
Me: “Back to preschool, son. Get to steppin…”