You're Always Number One in the Eyes of your Kids, right?

One nice thing about having kids is that to them you are number one . . . at least until they figure out that you are just a normal person. They think you are the prettiest/handsome-est; you are the strongest, smartest, funniest, etc, etc. Its nice to have someone think so highly of you all the time . . . unless Lainey is your daughter. Last night Grandpa was teasing me and I asked Lainey, "Lainey, who's smarter? Me or Grandpa?" (That'll show him!). She though for a minute and answered, "Emi." Wait, what? I'm number one--that's the rule of motherhood. I asked her again, surely she must not have understood the question. This time she answered, "Me, I am." Okay, third times the charm . . . her answer, "Grandpa." And that was the answer she stuck with. Oh well, maybe next time.