The Mega Brain

Hayden informed me last night that he has a “mega-brain”.

“Davis and Dad might have mega-muscles, but I have a mega-brain," he said, without a single attempt to hide his boastfulness.

“A mega- brain? What’s that?” I asked.

He then went on to tell me that it means he is really (with strong emphasis on really) smart.

Apparently, there are four parts to his brain. Inside is a plethora of information, including, but not limited to: a detailed inventory system of his toys and when they were received, every last character on Star Wars, and trivial facts too, like his exact location when he ate M&M’s for the first time three years ago.

After describing exactly what and how a mega-brain works, he explained that Dad has half of a mega brain, which is also very, very good.

Something I guess I should add to the list of reasons to keep my husband.

From all of the compliments I've previously received from Hayden, I should have known not to ask the next question.

But I just had to know.

Do I have a mega brain? Or at the very least, a half a mega brain like Dad?

I hadn’t even finished my sentence and he was shaking his head no.

“So Davis has mega-muscles. You have a mega-brain. Dad has half of a mega-brain. And I have nothing?” I asked, incredulously.

He sat and thought for a moment. Intently looking me over.

I contemplated letting him off the hook as silence filled the room, him still gazing back at me with his big blue eyes.

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“You have Mega! INVISIBLE! Muscles!!!” he exclaimed.

“Ahhh yes, the invisible muscles,” I nodded in agreement. “That coupled with my unique ability to run at the same pace as I walk is what got me where I am today.”