How smart is too smart?

I know. All parents claim to have the smartest, most wonderful kids to have ever lived. The first one is especially so, untoppable really, until we have another, and then we realize that we've hit the kiddie jackpot twice. Right.

Well, my kids are pretty smart. I am bragging, so I won't say that I'm not. Sam has an incredible memory for music and lyrics, or quoting books or lines from movies. For example, most people think of the star wars theme as the "da-da-da da DUM da da-da DA dum" thing. But my son actually sings the little part leading up to it, that I forget exists until I hear him.

But Kate. Oh buddy. It occurred to me yesterday that she isn't yet 2 and a half. Not yet. Just 2. And some of the words she says, and the things she thinks to do. I tell you, it's frightening. One of the fun things that we are now able to do is play games with both kids. I started the other night with memory-- a kiddie classic. We started with just a few cards, and then increased to more and more. I was impressed. So Sam wanted to play Zingo. It's like a bingo game with these word/picture squares. We started slow, reading each card so that each kid would have a better idea of what each picture was. Not necessary. Kate not only figured out how to play the game (that is labeled for 4-6 year olds), but even called the squares out while Sam and I played. it's really not translating well in words, but I'll tell you, it's something.

I'm not saying that she needs to invent the first hovercraft (Sam has his sights on that) or write the all-american novel. But she's really got it going on.

Not that I'm bragging.