Cera is getting really good at math. Scary good, almost.
And it’s driving me slightly insane.
Take, for example, the other afternoon, when I was stressing about a deadline.
“Mom, when are we leaving for gymnastics?” she asked.
“At 10 after 4,” I replied.
And for the next 20 minutes, as I tried to edit my way through a very poorly written article, Cera proceeded to tell me exactly how many minutes remained until our planned departure.
“Only 19 more minutes, Mama …”
“18 minutes until we leave …”
“Just 17 minutes now …”
And on and on until I thought my head would explode.
But once the stress had cleared, and I was able to reflect on how impressive Cera’s subtraction show had been, I was able to do a little simple math of my own:
1 daughter applying her smarts = 1 proud mama