...I had no idea it would happen this fast though.
After only a handful of months at school, Wilson thinks he is smarter than me. I took for granted those times when he asked me EVERYthing... And fully believed I must know the answer to EVERY question.
But tonight at dinner, it happened.
We were discussing his school day over our soup (more on that tomorrow). He told me about Ms. Frost coloring a picture of a pilgrim and an indian. I may have been a bit distracted by the butter on Walker's nose during this conversation, but I was responding. He then told me that "They rode on the Mayflower." I nodded. Apparently, in an unconvincingly way, because he leaned over his bowl, and his eyes got wide. He looked at me boldly and declared, "It's a ship."
And there you have it. My son, the one that thought I knew why God gave him brown eyes and Walker blue ones, he thought I didn't know what the Mayflower was.
At least he hasn't reached the point where he wants to keep his new-found knowledge from me.