Tonight a context I've already forgotten started me into my usual snow job about how Moms know everything. It was something about my mommy knowing everything, because all Moms know everything, and so that means I must know....
"No one knows everything!" blurted Julian, "Not even Moms!" Bubble-burster. What ever happened to kids having imagination?
Later, at dinner, we were talking about school, and I asked Gabriel who taught him in his reading group this week. Julian piped in, "Your teacher is Miss Kowalski, right?" and Gabriel answered cheerfully, "Yeah -- we're getting pretty used to her!"