Precocious

Watching the quarterfinals tennis match between Rafa Nadal and Lleyton Hewitt 2 weeks ago with Maia and Hubby, I remark that, for sure, Rafa will win. Maia asks me which one is Rafa and I promptly point out the No. 2 seed to her. She says suddenly, “I like the other one; what’s his name?” I say “Lleyton” and ask her why she likes him. She says matter-of-factly, “Because he’s handsome.” Cut to last weekend and we see an “American Idol” plug on tv. Maia watches American Idol with me each week, you see (last year, whenever I miss an elimination episode, she would be the one to update me on who got eliminated – she knew all the contestants by their first names!). So I ask who her favorite judge is. She replies, “Simon.” I ask her why. “Because he’s so handsome,” she replies, again, matter-of-factly (like, “don’t you see it?”). Then last Sunday, she sees Ashton Kutcher in a magazine. She says, “That’s Tita Audine’s Prince Charming.” I say, “Yeah … He’s so handsome, isn’t he?” “No,” she replies too quickly. Surprised, I ask her to confirm, “He’s NOT handsome?” “No,” she says again, a bit curtly this time … Then she says, yet again, matter-of-factly, “He’s YUMMY…”