Dear Daughter: "A New Moon is when you can't see it"
Me: "huh?"...as in duh?
Dear Daughter: "A New Moon is when you can't see it, and a full moon is when it is all the way round, and a crescent moon is when you see just part of it."
Me: silently wondering to myself if she was right about the "new moon" thing; I never was a science buff and they didn't teach me this in grad school. I knew Dear Daughter knew how to identify full moons and crescent moons, but I'd never heard her talk about a "new moon" since I'd not taught her that.
Dear Daughter repeats herself more loudly as I sit in a stupor thinking all these thoughts
Me: "Where did you learn that stuff?"
Dear Daughter: "From my Leap Frog book!"
Me: thinking to myself that my daughter is an amazing sponge of knowledge and is either a really really smart just-turned-three-year-old or else I am a really really stupid thirty-something-year-old...or perhaps both
Next thing I know, she'll start talking about a "Waning Gibbous." I better go back to pre-school.