Tuesday, August 01, 2006
Everyone thinks their kid is smart. Smart, bordering on genius, even.
Today, the Boo brought me Harold and the Purple Crayon. She opened the cover and pointed at the name written inside (it's a hand-me-down from O). Then, clear as day, she said "LaLa." That's what she calls O.
Apparently I have created a baby genius. I wouldn't have expected anything less from me, though.