Eliza loves fires. Love them.
The other night, I came home from work, put together a quick fire, and the family sat down for dinner.
Eliza exclaimed with true joy, "Daddy, you're a genius. You are awesome. You built a fire!"
We all sat a bit shocked at her verbosity. Mom asks her "Eliza, what's a genius?"
So, in her attempt to continue the magic moment, Eliza continued, "All boys are geniuses."
At which point, Garrett, without missing a step, shouts out with definitive resolve "I not a genius!" He has defended this statement vigorously, regardless of our attempts to contradict in his favor.