Mr Smarty Pants

I have incredibly smart children. Of course every mother believes their children are smart and all children are. I'm constantly amazed at their ability to do stuff that people their size shouldn't be able to do. For example, just the other day Henry was playing with this truck.


It's a Megablocks truck. Megablocks make these plastic building blocks also.


Somebody gave him the bag of blocks when he was just a wee baby. We then bought the truck separately at a second hand store months later. The truck usually lives outside and the bag of blocks live inside. Never have we played with the two together. It just never occurred to us as he is happy playing with the truck outside, putting the pegs into it and then tipping them back out. Anyway Henry was playing with this truck quite happily a few afternoons ago when suddenly he ran inside. He came back out carrying the blocks and then proceeded to put them onto the underside of the tip tray right where they're supposed to go. He stacked them neatly and perfectly. I was amazed that he was able to figure this out on his own.


They only stayed there a short time though as he realised the tip tray wouldn't sit down neatly while the blocks were there. They were thrown aside and then just dumped into the tray and driven around in the truck.

Today he's gone to daycare. Yesterday and today he cried when I left him. The most depressing thing in the world is walking away from your child when they're crying for you and you leave them in the hands of perfect strangers.