The women in my book club - well, women who used to be in my book club and a couple who still are - must be severely annoyed by me.  I try not to show off, but book club happens to be a place where stuff I know is discussed.  I read a ton, and things just stick with me.

But a baby shower?

One of the games consisted of ten line drawings of animals.  One was to decide which animal each was and then write down the name of the baby version of that animal.  For example, one drawing was of a cow, so the answer was "calf."

I knew all of them.  I was the only one who knew all of them.

I was the only American in the room, everyone else was Canadian.  Perhaps more of an emphasis on baby animals is made in U.S. schools?  I have no idea.  I just have a good vocabulary.  Joey, who was born in Asia, has an even better English vocabulary than I do (sure, most people in the Philippines speak English, but still).  It's literally part of why I like him so much.  Words mean a lot to me.

I refuse to play dumb.  It would be insane.  But I don't want them to hate me because I know stuff.  I'm a good resource.  That's part of why I was so valuable to Berkman - I remember things, I can come up with the right word or the name someone forgot.  Or the reason we can't invite both those people to the same meeting.

I'm no smarter than they are.  I just have a talent for that kind of stuff.

At least I got a good prize.

And I think the Mom-to-be had a nice time, which is really the most important thing.