The Big Question

Baby Boy had his 4-year well-baby check up today.

The nurse jumped right in with a plethora of judgmental questions that had me lying quite early in the morning.

"Can he draw a person with more than three parts?" she asked.

"He's a regular Picasso!" (If scribbles in one color count.)

"Can he stack a tower with more than 12 blocks?"

"I think he will be an architect!" (He usually smashes then down by number 7, but I am sure he could...)

"Does he know fantasy from reality?"

We both gaze at Baby Boy who is decked out in full Bat Man garb and who introduces himself as such.

My long pause gives me away.

"He's four," I said. "Does he have to?"