One day the boy asked me, "why did you make me smart?". No idea what brought that up that day. I said I didn't make you smart you were born that way. A lot of people mention that he's smart. I should have asked him why he thought I made him that way or what he thought it means to be smart rather than defended myself from the accusation. Rookie mom move. He asked me if dad and grandma were smart. I said yes and he was satisfied and made peace with it. Isn't it a little early to have an identity crisis? Aren't those due in the mid- to late thirties?
