Shoot. I thought I had more time before this one.
That moment when you discover your kids are getting smarter than you. DAMN IT. I mean. I know about the Dinosaur period. Or, I think I do. I surely learned about it. But did I retain it? Um, nope. So then they spout off all of this info that surely is tucked somewhere in my lame brain and I felt a little queasy to my stomach. A feeling crept over me something like "Holy shit. My oldest is almost 8 and I have this feeling that I have NO IDEA what they are talking about. They are going to EAT ME ALIVE."
My advice? FAKE IT TIL YA MAKE IT and your ole best pal Suri and Google will have to bail you out. Let's not let the charade end. They MUST STILL THINK I know the answer to every question they ask. They cannot think for a moment that I might NOT know (ahem, or remember) something. And good luck to the Mama that gives the WRONG answer. YOU KNOW that kiddo will NEVER FORGET THAT ONE TIME WHEN YOU WERE WRONG and bring it up 87 million times.
Aye. I'm not the sharpest pencil. (And Noah didn't fall too far off the ole block!) We like to make up for it in charm and good looks. AND ... a little ole help from our friend Google. For all of the bad things about the internet, I'm stacking this one in the GOOD pile.