We now have to go to the Museum of Art

I'm well aware of the fact that when I post something here that E has said, it could come across as unbelievable. I mean I could post anything I want and call it a fact, right? Wrong. I have too many family and friends that read this blog and can vouch for the fact that E is well beyond her years. Let's face it, she has completely surpassed me in the brains department.

Academically, she is a teenager trapped in a six year old body. No, she's a 30-something year old trapped in a six year old body.

She is a unique child.

Just yesterday afternoon, we were riding around looking at/for houses (another story for another post that I've been putting off for fear my neighbors may read). Anyway, O was asleep and E was relaxed and looking out the window.

When we were crossing the bridge over the lake I grew up going to as a child, I started my usual mantra of how much fun I had as a child swimming in that very lake. My husband hears the story every single time we cross that bridge. I look in my rearview mirror to see if E is listening. She is mesmerized by the sparkling water (and, if you're aware of where I'm from, you just cracked up at that last sentence).

Anyway, I asked her if she was listening. She answered in her very solemn, reflective voice "That beautiful water reminds me of Claud M*onet. He likes to paint reflective images and impressions. He would love this view and probably paint the most beautiful picture of it."

"Do you love Claud M*onet, Mama?"

"What? Who? Oh!", I answer.

I can honestly say I never knew him as 'Claud'. I'm stammering for what to say.

Then E says, "Daddy, do you know Claud M*onet?"

Eric answers, "Yes, I think I did read about him once in the twelfth grade".

I came home and 'googled' him. This is what I found.....

On the Bank of the Seine, Bennecourt, 1868. An early example of plein-air impressionism.

Notice the 'reflective' images.

This girl .... she blows me away.