"Mom, are you driving fast? Why are you driving fast? You go more faster than Dad."
"Mom, why is there traffic?"
"I don't know, Clay."
"Mom, can I have a hot rod airplane?"
"What's a hot rod airplane, Clay?"
"It's a little airplane that I can fly a little bit high."
"Oh, would you fly it down by the ground?"
"No, it goes above the trees and cars!" Duh
"That sounds pretty cool, Clay. I think I'd like a hot rod airplane too!"
Then Brooklyn added her 2 cents. "Hot rod airplanes are for boys, Mama. I want a Barbie airplane."
"Is it far away, Mom?"
"Is what far away? Is Jenny's house far away?"
"No, it's pretty close, Clay," I answered.
"No, it isn't. It's far," Clay corrected me.
"If you know everything, then why did you ask me?" I wondered.
"Mom, do you even know where you're going?" Clay asked, concerned with my directional abilities.
"Yes, Clay, " I sighed.
"Are you sure, Mom?"
"Yes, Clay. I'm sure."
Then Brooklyn demanded, "Louder! Mama, I want Caribbean loud!"
"You want to listen to The Pirates of the Caribbean?"
"Yes! Louder!" Brooklyn confirmed.
"How do you even know this music of from Pirates of the Caribbean? How did you learn the word "Caribbean"?
"Louder!" she repeated.
That child is going to suffer significant hearing loss before she's even a teenager with the way she likes music to be "louder" all the time.
"Mom, can we go swimming when we get home?" Clay asked.
"No! It's way too cold to swim, silly!"
"No, it's not! It's hot out! I kinda don't like summer 'cause it's so hot,"Clay informed me.
"Clayton, it's 60 degrees. It's nice and sunny today, but it isn't summer! It isn't hot outside."
"Yes it is, Mom!" Clay argued.
"OK, Clay. It's hot. You know everything."
I wish I was as smart as my 5 year old.
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