We’re standing in the bathroom in front of the mirror. I’m braiding Mabel’s hair while Dean brushes his.
Mabel sighs. “Braids are so cool, and beautiful. Whoever invented braids was one smart guy. Or probably one smart girl.”
Dean says, “If you don’t know if it’s a boy or a girl, you say ‘One smart cookie.'”
“Nobody ever calls Einstein ‘One smart cookie,'” I say.
“That’s because everyone knows he was a boy,” answers Mabel.