Are you SMART?

"Oh we can't go to Big Lots. It's raining," I said, as I looked outside.

"Ummi, are you smartTTT?" asked N suddenly.

"Huh?"

"Are you smartTTT?" she asked again, her T especially accented, for no obvious reason.

I was busy fumbling with the scotch tape, trying to tape S's Assessment papers onto her lapbook.

"I don't know," I answered.

This must be one of her 'out of the blue' questions, I thought.

"Have you heard of UMBRELLA?" she said.

S began to giggle. I didn't answer, but after a while S's giggle infected me and I started giggling. Ok, so maybe I'm not that smart, I suppose, but where the heaven did she get this cheek?

It was a drizzle. Hubby took the van. We'd have to walk if we want to go to Big Lots. I don't really mind, and I do need the exercise.

However, after today, every time I see a drizzle, I'll always remember, "Ummi, are you smartTTTTT?"