Memo From Mom Monday

TO: Hubby’s Ego
RE: Smarty Marty
DATE: February 6, 2011

Remember the other day when Monkey Man was chattering while brushing his teeth about something that was very clever? I don’t remember what it was now, because I’m writing this a few days later and I have no idea what I ate for dinner last night. Oh, yes I do. Tortilla chips and spinach dip – you took Monkey Man to my parents’ house and I was waiting for my friends to come over so I forwent any semblance of a healthy meal and just waited for the chips to bust out at 7 p.m.

Anyway, when Monkey Man said this funny, but now forgotten thing, I called him a Smarty Marty. Because he IS smart, and I have a problem with rhyming anything I can. Then I asked him, as I often do, “How’d you get so smart?” Of course, I always expect the answer to be, “I got it from my mom,” but I'm pretty sure you've been coaching him.

“From Daddy,” he coyly said, with a big grin on his face. You were in the bathroom, too, and you heard this. “Thanks a lot!” I answered, while you chuckled. Then you chimed in, “Why’d you say that?” To which Monkey Man replied:

“Mommy, I don’t want to offense you (yes, he said offense), but you don’t know how to unlock the levels on Lego Batman or Lego Indy. And you don’t know that much about sports.”

He is correct. When I play Lego Batman or Lego Indy, I am more interested in making my characters do flips or getting Princess Leia to dance on Lego Star Wars. And although I don’t care about sports, I actually shock myself at my basic knowledge of some of the games when he asks questions. However, I don’t know the stats on Cam Newton from Auburn, and we all know you can sit and talk a hole into the wall on that topic. But that’s not good enough. Neither is giving a 10 minute dissertation on Apartheid that I delivered earlier that day while watching a Disney Channel movie called, “The Color of Friendship.” Apparently, unlocking secret levels beats the hell out of South Africa’s history.

So let me just remind you of one thing – he may have gotten his brains from you, but his good looks? Yep, that’s all me.