All parents think their kids do highly intelligent things as babies. Let's be honest, we don't really care what someone else's baby is doing. I don't really trust the judgement of a child who still soils them self regularly.
But, in this case, my kid is actually smart.
I noticed a few days ago that Noel (3.5 years old now) would be singing to himself. The song at the time caught my attention since it involved zombies. Thanks to Jon, all the children have had a wonderful introduction to violent, annoying or otherwise age inappropriate video games. But, whatever gets me an occasional nap is something that I turn a blind eye to.
I listen to his lyrics that go something along the lines of "Dear Mr. Zombie, I am not meat so don't eat me".
Which is sort of cute, in a disturbing way, of course.
Tonight at bed time, I heard him sing a similar song, but attached a new verse to Mr. Zombie, I am not meat, don't eat me. He adds, "I'm not a bad guy, but Justin Bieber is".
So in his imaginary world where zombies do exist and have the power to listen and rationalize--he gave them a polite plea for amnesty and a hearty alternative meal. Well, maybe not a ginormous meal, but certainly more filling than a cuter than cute 3 year old of above average intelligence.
