Yesterday on our way to a dinner, I was complaining about 'always' being late, and Imogen said "I probably won't be late when I grow up. You're always late, so I won't be late because kids don't do what their parents do." I said "That's true! How did you know that?!" She said "My brain just knew that. Why is my brain smarter than my skin? Mama, do you know why my brain is smarter than my skin?" I said "I know what you mean, it's just amazing that way. You're so smart."
It was all gravy, every minute of it.
