Kenzie was showing off tonight to Grammy and Grampy. She was reading a book with some new words, like "gooey" and "crunch." Cindy then asked her what was 6+6. She thought and then said, "twelve." Trying to stump her I said, "what's dos plus tres?" (since she told me earlier today that she knows more Spanish than I do.) She thought for quite a while and then said, "thirteen!"

2 + 3 = 13?

Then I realized she thought I said, "diez," or 10, not 2. So I said, "diez plus tres is thirteen, but I wanted to know, what is dos plus tres?" She replied very quickly, "oh...! dos plus tres is CINCO!" Smarty pants.

And, not far behind the Smarty Pants race is her little brother. Grampy was setting a bad example by sticking his finger in the yogurt and licking it. I told Mason "don't even think about it." He turned his head sideways, looked at me out of the corner of his eyes, and said, "I'm thinking about it."