Little Einstein

  I really don't know why Mommy is constantly amazed by my capabilities.  You would think by now she would be accustomed to my intellectual ingenuity, but alas, she still insists on jumping up and down like a giddy school-girl whenever I do anything remotely intelligent.  Today I promptly pointed to the flaps that held the corresponding rhymes, and she was shocked!  Shocked I tell you!  Well I was appalled!  How dare you be shocked!  I'm smart enough to know that "cat" rhymes with "mat". DUH!
      I matched the rhymes without missing any four times in a row, and by the fourth time she was getting hysterically excited, so I shoved the book away when she wanted to continue.  I'm done.  I can't concentrate around lunacy.