We spent a wonderful evening with our friends Larry and Erin, David and Tiffany. On the way home, Snapper was prattling on about nothing in general (as usual), and then she said something worth listening to.
"Mommy? When I wake up in the morning and you are still asleep and I have a question, I don't want to wake you up. You need your sleep. So I call Daddy and ask him the question instead."
This is true. A few times in the last week as I've slept later than usual (thanks, demarol), she has called Matt at work for permission to play on the Wii or watch cartoons. In fact, I am pretty proud of her for doing that on her own--glad that she knows how to make a phone call. But this is not the end of the story.
"Well Mommy, since I sometimes need to call Daddy, why can't I have my own cell phone?"
At that point I answered that she is 6 and doesn't need a cell phone. She can call Daddy from our house phone. That's why we have a house phone.
"Can I get a cell phone when I turn 7?"
I told her she would get a cell phone when she starts driving, which will be when she is 16. I whispered to Matt that we'll likely get her one before that, but she doesn't need to know that. While I was whispering to Matt, the wheels in her head were turning.
"Hmmm...that means I have to wait 9 years to get a cell phone...(long, dramatic pause)...WHAT? WHAT? I can't wait 9 years! There's no way I can wait 9 years! That's way too long for me to wait for a cell phone!"
After another long pause...
"Do you know how I know I have to wait 9 years? It's because I did subtraction! I figured it out in my head. See how smart I am? I think I will be ready for a cell phone soon."
Don't you love almost-7-year-old logic?