For some reason, I got in the habit of praising Baby Boy's brilliance as such:
"What shape is this orange?"
"I smell Harvard!!"
Skip forward to this evening when we were at dinner and a foul smell entered the area.
"Ew! What is that smell?" someone exclaimed.
Baby Boy didn't miss a beat.
"Smells like Har Verd."
Maybe he will be a Yale boy after all.