You will not test me, Mama.

Moments alone with any one of my children is rare, so last night's brief period of shopping with my four-year-old was a huge treat.  These are the times when I am jealous of my one-and-done friends, because life with one really is so much easier.

Because my husband and I do not allow electronics in our vehicles, my daughters have an impeccable sense of direction and, at nearly 3 and 4, are well aware of logograms and letters.

As we drove down Highway 6 ("Not 1092, Mama"), Arabella helpfully named landmarks as we drove past them:

Arabella: There's Walgreens, Mama.
Me: You're right! How do you know that's Walgreens?
Arabella: I know everything. Look, Mama, there's Luby's.
Me: Very good. How do you know that's Luby's?
Arabella: I know everything, Mama. Look, there's Cici's. Do you see it, Mama? We went there to eat with Grandmommy and Haley and Bobby and Jordan and Lorna and Gabriel and you had pasta and -- oh, look, there's that tire place. They fixed the car, Mama, remember?
Me: I do, and you're right. Very good. How did you know that that was Cici's and Discount Tire?
Arabella: I told you, Mama, I know everything.
Me: Yeah? If you know everything, then what's that? (I pointed to LA Fitness, where anyone who knows us knows that we have never been.)
Arabella: <big sigh> Mama. I don't have to prove myself to you. I know everything. It's okay.