What happens when...

Your children start to ask questions you can't answer? (Well, I mean, not without the help of google?)
When we first got email/Internet some time when I was in high school (my aol screen name was Shluffless ( Sleepless in Yiddish)- I totally wish I still had that one!) my mother rolled her eyes in the way only she can (although Yehuda and my brother in law will tell you that Atara and I come close now!) and said that she had absolutely no interest whatsoever in such a thing and why on earth would she want to learn how to do that!?
Fast forward 15 years or so and we now refer to my mother as "Savta Google" because she is not only amazing at navigating and figuring out the Internet (no, Ima, I still can't figure out how to set up Skype so that I can actually talk, and yes I am still embarrassed that I yelled into the computer screen assuming you could hear me in Israel when I didn't have a microphone), but she also manages to find the absolute coolest stuff out there and happily sends it along to us so that we can learn more.
Well, it looks like I am going to be following in her footsteps, but in my case out of necessity.
Last night at dinner, Amira continued with her campaign to out learn her parents by the time she is in second grade and asked us the following questions:
Amira: How many astronauts have ever walked on the moon? I think it was 12 and that all of them walked on the moon by the time Abba was born (1972) and not since then.
Yehuda and me: (beam with pride, blush with embarrassment) um....
Me: (I have to um, go to the bathroom...run to google, turns out she is right!)
Me: Amira, how did you know that?
Amira: I was reading a book about the first ever African American Woman astronaut and it said that. Why haven't more people walked on the moon since then? Have they walked anywhere else besides the moon? Why do they call them African Americans if they have lived here for a long time already and aren't really from Africa? Does it matter what part of Africa they are from?
Me: um, eat your soup please...
2 minutes Later...
Amira: Can you marry your cousin?
Yehuda and me: um.... well, you could, but it isn't a good idea.
Amira: Why?
We attempt to explain the gene pool and mutation and wow, when you think in high school and college that you will NEVER actually need to really know any of this stuff in the real world, it is just not true- all that stuff is preparing you to be a parent! Now I wish I had paid better attention.
Amira: How many languages are there in the world?
Us again: Um.......

She also likes to quiz me on the state capitals and world geography. I barely knew all the state capitals by the time I was in Junior High, forget first grade!
She told me this morning at breakfast: when I was younger, I thought the capital of Arizona was pronounced Phonix, not Pheenix. Her idea of something hilarious is that the capital of Oklahoma is Oklahoma City, how original. Loll.
Despite the feeling that I had better start studying again and get my brain into gear before she starts second grade, much less high school, I am so thoroughly enjoying this stage. She has such curiosity and a drive to know everything. And Yaakov benefits from it too. He can already locate many countries on the globe!
Last night she told us that she wants to be a scientist and a Doctor and wanted to know how she could do that. I told her she just had to keep reading and learning and paying attention and go to school for a long time and she could do it. And I really know that she can.
Parent teacher conferences are tomorrow night and I am very excited!
And in Yaakov news, he has learned all of his ABC's! I love that every time he sees a "Y" he says "Y" for Yaakov Y-A-A-K-O-V. (and I always think "Gooooo Yaakov!")