Last in the Rat Race

En route to a bridal (cheers for April!) shower Saturday, we passed a small park not far from our house. I think UCity has some public art project going on and the blue cones we saw dribbling down the hill were an installation.

“Did you see that?” she asks.

“I did. Pretty cool, eh? I think it’s art.”

“I think it’s art, too.”

“I think it is,” I agree, pondering further.

“Mom, you don’t know everything.” (yes, it was a statement, not a question)

WTF?!? Of course I do! You’re only 4! In your view, the sun rises and sets at my command. I rule the world.

I’m invincible.

I’m brilliant!

I’m supposed to be anyway…

This conversation isn’t supposed to take place for another TEN YEARS. (therapy, anyone?)