The kids and I have watched the tv show, Are You Smarter than a 5th Grader? a handful of times. I love watching it with them because they think I'm a genius when I answer the questions correctly. They also tell me I should be a contestant because I'd win a million dollars. Hmmmm. Don't know about that...
John bought me a new cell phone a couple of weeks ago. My other one was 5 years old, and had been dropped a few too many times and he figured it was time for a new one. I told him I didn't need bells and whistles...just the basic model, please.
I came home to find my new phone on the kitchen counter, looked it over, made sure I could dial and answer, then walked away and forgot about it. When my kids came home from school later that afternoon my 5th grader (who loves all things electronic) spent some time playing with it. He asked me if I'd taken any pictures with it. What?!? It took a 5th grader to point the camera feature out. And my 5th grader helped me set my ring tone and showed me how to add names/numbers to my contact list, and how to text because I've never sent a text message. He also asked if he could play with my old one, and in 15 minutes, he knew more about that phone than I did in the five years I owned it.
Who needs an instruction manual when you have an almost 11-year-old son?
So apparently I'm not smarter than my 5th grader. Not even close.