What's the number for Mensa?

"Jen, you have to see this!"

John comes into the office where I have cruelly stolen his computer to play on my blog while his character on World of Warcraft gets slaughtered for standing still too long. (Eh. I'll mourn later.) He is followed by Sprite who wants to be on my lap and tapping the keys (because buttons must be pressed!).

"You have got to see what she can do."

He positions Sprite in front of him and then opens the board book to show Sprite the first picture. (What I am about to write next is exactly what happened and exactly how it was said. Yes it is, John.)

John: What's that? (He points to a picture of an orange.)

Sprite: Apple.

John: That's right! An orange. (flipping to the banana on the next page) What's that?

Sprite: Apple.

John: Ba-na-na.

Sprite: Nana.

John: That's right! Nana!(flips to the next page to show the kite) What's that?

Sprite: Dat.

John: That's right! Kite! (flips to next page to show the heart) What's that?

Sprite: Dat.

John: That's right! Heart! (flips to last page to show a stop sign) What's that?

Sprite: Top it.

John: That's right! Stop it! You're so smart! Jen, isn't she smart?

Me: John, she didn't say the words right.

John: She's nervous. She did it all just now.

Me: (rolling eyes)

John: Come on! For seventeen months, this is amazing!

I laugh. John is hurt by this.

I'm sorry, John. Yes, our daughter is brilliant. I'll start looking into Ivy League schools tomorrow. Forgive me. I love you with all my dat.

I'll top it now.

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[Baba]

My Granddaughter the next President of the good old USA. Even at 15 months she would be better than what we have in the White House or whats running for the office in this next election.
Baba

[Sprite's Keeper]

Damn straight. Now, if you'll excuse me, the next president needs a diaper change...