Carter was going on about school hopes this morning:
Carter: and I hope that Joe Schmoe is in our class this year. He’s clearly the smartest kid in our class, so I like being around him.
Me: (only half-awake) How do you know who is smart?
Carter: Because they are always blabbering out facts and things.
Me: hmmmm. (considering going back to sleep)
Carter: And they’re usually crazy.
So sayeth the pot.