Helena thinks I'm smart.
"You're so smart, Mommy."
It doesn't take all that much to impress a 6-year-old, but when I hear her say it, I feel like a million bucks.
I wonder why she thinks it's so. So I ask.
"Because you know so many things. You know everything!"
I hope she understands there are different ways to be smart, and I start enumerating them.
She cuts me short, but in so doing indicates where her values lie: "You know how to do music!"