Picture me glowing with pride. Chubby, yes, but still better looking, smarter, and slightly more charming than you.
My six year old daughter (though she'll be seven in less than a month) is reading Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. We read the first three hundred pages together, but having put down a few novels of her own thus far, I wagered that she had the confidence to take on the latter few hundred of The Goblet of Fire. So I told her that if she finished the book on her own, I would reward her handsomely.
My wife thought for a moment that I was asking to much of Natalie, but Natalie took the challenge. She's actually reading the book on her own. When she finds a word that she doesn't know and cannot decipher via context clues, she asks one of us. Thus far, she's doing fantastically.
I am glowing, and jiggling--though slightly less, as I am down ten pounds now.
I was a smart kid, but I think that she's smarter. In the very least, she has parents who know the value of a challenging education.
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