The Game. Wicked. Me.

Every time I can get my hand on his iPhone, I go straight to 'Are You Smarter Then a 5th Grader'. My theory is this: First, you learn this in First, Second, Third, Fourth and Fifth grade. That's like, a million years ago. This is information that you don't use on a daily basis. How are you to remember all of it? Second, I'm not American and my knowledge of Social Studies and American History consist of my self-teaching and some gathered in college. For the most part, I win an honest 82% of the time. When I don't win, it drives me insane! How can I NOT be smarter than a fifth grader? It's unacceptable. After a good half hour of me playing and ignoring him completely, he'll tap on my shoulder, extend his hand and take the phone away from me. The online game is a joke, same questions over and over again, I always win now. No challenge there.

I picked B up from school and he wasn't feeling well. I drove him to his house and got to hang out with his sisters T and S. I made them coupons for presents. I feel like I should spoil them as much as I want, and as much as their parents will allow. B received a 'fun day with me at ESPN Zone' coupon, T one for a day at the beach and S one for a soccer game, it's her new sport of choice. Sometimes, I have more fun with them than with my fellow-adult-peeps.

Dinner and plotting with R was a success. She's bright, and lovely. I wonder how long it will take for her to realize this truly and evaporate.

"In historical events great men _so called_ are but the labels that serve to give a name to an event, and like labels, they have the last possible connection with the event itself. Every action of theirs, that seems to them an act of free will, is in an historical sense not free at all, but in bondage to the whole course of a previous history, and predestined from all eternity"

-Leo Nikolaevich Tolstoi, War and Peace.