We had lunch with friends today. A young couple with their two daughters. Alice is 5-years old and brilliant. She showed off her nail polished hands and said, “I had them done by a professional.” Then she pulled out a snowflake from her pocket, unfolded it and announced, “See how symmetrical it is?”
I want to know what they’re feeding this kid to eat.
Her father asked Alf if he’d like to babysit Alice sometime. “She cleans toilets,” he said.
“You do?” Alf said.
“I have six toilets,” Alf said.
Alice’s eyes widened. “You do?”
“Yes, and they’re all around the dining room table.”
Alice pondered that.
“Well, I have two,” she said rather seriously and then broke into a smile. “You’re a lot of fun,” she said to Alf.
This kid isn’t five. She’s twenty-five in kid’s skin.
Alice reads, writes, paints, and carries on a conversation better than some adults I know.
It doesn’t hurt that her parents are brilliant, too.