Are You Smarter Than a Second Grader?

I found out today that I am not.

J and I have been cleaning the office. I had basically let a year's worth of papers piled up in there. It would've been nice if I could've just dumped the entire mess in the garbage, but alas! It had to be gone through piece by meticulous piece. Anything with an address, name, phone number, etc. went in the shredder. At one point, that poor thing literally lifted off of the basket on which it was sitting. I kid you not! The rest of it had to be divided into piles of whether or not it could be recycled. Sometimes having a "green" conscience is a real pain!

After J helped me for quite awhile, she asked if I would play a board game with her. I figured I owed her. And I can do board games. I can't play Polly Pockets, Barbies, or stuffed animals, but I can play a board game. Her brother nicely offered to help her get one out of the closet. I could hear their conversation. "Do you want Sorry!?" her brother asked her.

"I don't really want to play Sorry!" I confided to my husband.

I then heard from the back room, "No. I want Pooh Memory."

I looked at my husband. "I hate Pooh Memory." He laughed. "Me, too," he said. "I suck at it!"

If you've never played Pooh Memory before, well, you're in for a treat. It is fashioned after Original Memory--which I am fairly decent at--only it is on steroids. Way too many cards--shaped like honey pots--with Pooh and his friends doing thousands of obscure things. Rabbit on a pogo stick does NOT match Rabbit playing tennis. I know, because I tried to sneak it by my daughter. I really did.

She cleaned my clock. 26 matches to my ten (and three of those were lucky!). Come on! I have a college degree, Thankyouverymuch!

You know, it is a bizarre oddity about myself that all of my friends are so much more intelligent than I am. Now, I get to find out that so is my six-year-old kid! Great!