This morning Lydia wrote a “test” for me. Here it is:

“A test? Okay. Just so you know, I didn’t really study for it, so please consider that in the curve. Okay?”
“Sure sure, I’ll help you with the tough ones. So, here’s what you do. You need to look at the word and tell me what it is.”
“Okay…so where’s the word?”
“It’s not a written word silly.”
“Uhm…but I’m supposed to read this?”
“Oh, that’s not such a big deal. Tell me what it is after I give the word it goes with.”
“What? This test is making no sense.”
“Just say ‘Cup’ Daddy.”
“…cup”
“Neat Top. Now say the word it goes with.”
“Uhm…Neat Top!”
“Don’t say ‘Neat Top’. I say that word. You say the word that ‘Neat Top’ goes with.”
“The word is on this paper?”
“Yeah.”
“What’s that picture right there?”
“That’s a spoon.”
“It’s not an up arrow?”
“No.”
“Okay, how about that one? Is it an arrow pointing up?”
“No.”
“Is it a slice of pie?” (thinking about the cup and spoon thing, maybe there’s a pattern.)
“No.”
“Then what is it?”
She seemed nearly fed up. “Daddy! It’s a triangle!” (well gimme a D for Dummy!)
“But what does that have to do with Neat top?”
“Nothing.”
“Lyd, my head is hurting. What’s with the pink and purple circles?”
(I can feel myself slipping into the Rabbit Hole)
“The words daddy!”
“Oh. But they all look the same…”
“You know, maybe we should move on to other questions Daddy.”
“Yes! Yes we should!”
“Say ‘Truck’.”
“Why?”
“Because that’s the next word!”
“Okay! Truck!”
“Neat Top.”
“Neat Top.”
“No Daddy, I’m supposed to say ‘Neat Top’!”
“Why!”
“Because that’s my job!”
(Yep, I’m in the Rabbit Hole)
“This is all very upsetting!”
“Do you want to try it later today?”
“Yes. I need my coffee. Did I pass the test?
“No.”
“Oh.”
“But we can try another time.”
“May I study for that one?
“No.”
“Man, you’re a tough one aren’t you?”

As I’m writing, I keep looking down at this test. Am I staring at the work of a little girl who is trying to replicate some activity she did at school? Am I looking at the earliest work of a future Polymath? Or is this all gibberish? Apparently this is all incredibly logical in her mind.
Is this all part of a plan to confuse me into thinking I might have crossed over from domestically crazy to clinically crazy?
Neat Top!