Oy....

Today, we went to a thing at the SICM. Boogie Woogie Wednesdays. It's free. Come there at six, eat free pizza, buy some ice cream - and then at seven, the kids who want to join in learn some dance. This week it was ballroom dancing. They set it up very nicely.

And I got to talking to this nice woman who has the Death Voice Against Bad Behaviour so perfected, I love it. Really. And we're talking, and she mentions about her older kid being in the gifted program, and...

I meant to say "I hope he's in a good one, a lot of those are really pretty poorly run", but I *think* it came out "Oh, is he really gifted? I can't believe that!", because she goes on and on about how bright he is. And I felt really bad, because I can see how she misunderstood me - but really, before she was even half done, I was fighting the temptation to start countering her examples of her son's brilliance with examples from my own childhood resume which was, frankly, quite a bit more impressive. Not to brag, but.

I didn't. I decided that this whole conversation was my fault, and I just let her talk. She seemed nice enough, anyway, so I really *did* feel bad.

Anyway, it gave me a chance to show off Ana's Rather Pointless Knowledge! She knows five national capitals now! Doesn't have the slightest clue what it means! Yay!

I'm going to get her a few maps - a bus map, a subway map, a world map. Then we can point to locations on the maps. Here's England. Here's where we are. And on this entirely different map, here's our house and here's the museum where we're going today! See? This distance is pretty long in the bus, but not so long when we ride home with Deniz.

( What the ever brilliant Ana is working on learning right now )