Geniuses In Disguise

My friend’s son, let’s call him Davy, was five or six years old and had been given some toys he wasn’t quite sure how to operate. I show him how to convert them between their robot and vehicle forms.

Davy: “How did you know how to do that?”

Me: *Solemnly.* “It’s because I’m a genius.”

Davy stares at me, wide-eyed.

Later that day, one of his little friends visits, and Davy introduces us.

Davy: *Proudly.* “This is my genius!”