I’m fairly certain that my daughter is now fully aware that she is smarter than her mother. When her questions begin with “Mom, during the Byzantine Empire….” or “Mom, if the cubic polynomial…” – I get a glazed-over look that I can no longer disguise as “deep in thought”.
Sure, I tried to fake it for a while, as I did when I was in the elementary school orchestra and would hold my bow just an inch away from the cello strings to “pretend” that I was playing. And now, when the computer acts up- I simply shut it down and then re-start it. 9 times out of 10 it works. If not- I wait for my husband to get home.
Now, you’d think that because I am such a Type-A personality and like things done WELL and done NOW, that this helpless attitude does not parallel the me that you know and love. I am a self-starter. I am a problem solver. But there has become an increasingly large pool of “things beyond my interest”. I have no interest in learning about cubic polynomials. I don’t care to learn the ins and outs of my desktop computer, and I certainly don’t pretend to understand the difference between C and CE on my calculator
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Someone's Always Watching Me Pee 
Your sense of humor is so wonderful. You need to write, write, write. If your publisher thinks that another mommy book is not going to sell in that saturated market, try another subject. You have too much talent to let it sit and wait. R
On Thu, Apr 30, 2015 at 8:53 AM, Someone’s Always Watching Me Pee wrote:
> Someone’s Always Watching Me Pee posted: “I’m fairly certain that my > daughter is now fully aware that she is smarter than her mother. When her > questions begin with “Mom, during the Byzantine Empire….” or “Mom, if the > cubic polynomial…” – I get a glazed-over look that I can no longer > disguise “