Intelligence in the family

(Or the lack of it)


Some days I wonder why my kids aren't always very intelligent. It's a well known fact that Philip and I are the brightest, wittiest, and smartest couple ever in existence, so I really don't know what went wrong!

For instance,

do you really think this is the best possible place in the park to be getting your sand supply from? Supplies are pretty low elsewhere it seems, otherwise WHY would they try scooping it in such an awkward fashion from the most uncomfortable place available?


Matthew does not have the inherent "intelligent look" that is always combined with brilliance, but at least he knows to avoid THAT sort of a problem. In addition, he can avoid siblings who might subject him to traumatizing ordeals such as the "pouring of sand on another's head".
Perhaps I have found an exception to the aged rule: smart looks make smart people.
Melanie, however, who does appear to be intelligent, has a knack for being in the wrong place at the wrong time, which is a sure sign of nonbrilliance. Maybe there are two exceptions?
(Perhaps I should just say three, to be on the safe side.)

However wise it is to wile away our time at the sunny park on a gorgeous spring day, sometimes it is necessary to pull ourselves away do important things at home. (Wisdom, shown by responsible actions, is a sure sign of intelligence.)

The important things to be done include:

Tying Nathan up with a string so that Melanie can pull him around like a doggy (after which she must follow the doggy's every instruction on how to be an appropriate owner),

Having a little sustaining snack if necessary (preferably canned milk like Pooh bear),

And affectionately reaching out to each other, to encourage mental growth.