Reading makes smart kids…

…sometimes.

I adore my daughter, I really do – partly because she amuses the hell outa me. I don’t know how I got so lucky, but that child, that child is the sunshine in my day. She’s sassy and snarky and off the wall and down to earth and all around lovely.

And blond. Did I mention blond?

I know, I know, stereotypes, not all blonds are dumb and mine certainly isn’t – she’s INCREDIBLY bright – just, sometimes… sometimes I have to wonder about her as she has an attack of blonditis, or maybe it’s just teenagerbrain. Either way, I hope its not lethal!

Take tonight, for instance. She waited behind me while I finished up some typing, then asked me to explain something to her. She’s been reading a series of books, and just picked up book three. While reading the bookflap, she got confused. You see, it reminded the reader that they’ve been at war for months, starting in January, and now it’s July…

The Girl: But mom – the war started in the SUMMER, and now it’s WINTER, so I don’t understand… how can it be July and winter at the same time?

Me: (pause, try to remember what she told me of the series, try not to laugh out loud half a second later) Um, kiddo? Aren’t they in Australia?

The Girl: Yeah, but I don’t get wh…

Me: Australia is on the other side of the equator, darlin. They’re winter is our summer, and vice versa. They have the same months of the year, just backwards seasons… right?

The Girl: Oooooooooh. Yeah. I knew that. Um. Never mind. I was never here. I’ve been in bed this WHOLE TIME. Night mom!

And off she ran for the remainder of her reading time before falling asleep. I adore that kid, blond roots and all.