There are some issues, though. Like communication between Mommy and I has come largely to a standstill. Penny has expertly cracked the code Mommy and I have spent years perfecting. Now we can’t even get halfway through spelling a word without Penny guessing what we’re trying to say. And trying to shoo them to another room for a minute proves fruitless, as Penny knows that means we’re talking about something good (and Rigby likes to hang around to antagonize — a word which, incidentally, they both can define and use in a sentence). So either Mommy has to learn German (although, heck, they probably teach that now in kindergarten, too) or we’ll need to learn telepathic speech.
And surprises have largely become an exercise in futility. Penny’s brain apparently powers Mapquest, as she always knows where we are and can give directions to places her grandparents haven’t even been to. And Rigby is learning his father’s tells and can read me fairly well. So, working together, they can generally figure out where we’re going before we even show which way we’re driving on I-190.
So, in other words, both Penny and Rigby are already smarter than their father. How this can be before they’ve outgrown bathroom accidents, I’m not entirely sure. But it is.
Seeing this intellectual capacity makes me want to further foster it. None of this Chutes and Ladders nonsense any more. Let’s do some light reading in the Encyclopedia Brittanica (I’m kidding, of course, as no child born in the 21st century knows or will know what an “Encyclopedia Brittanica” is).
Seriously, though, Penny reads better than some of the people you see doing it for a living on the TV news (at least on the networks). And Rigby’s figuring out ways to cheat and win nearly every game we play (I can’t encourage cheating, of course, but it is brilliant of him to figure out shortcuts).