The boy and I are watching one of those half hour sitcoms, aimed at tweens. On the show, there is a stock “nerd” (glasses, plaid shirt, flood pants), who is bemoaning his lack of a girlfriend.
“Poor dude”, sympathizes the 6 year old. “I hope I can get a girlfriend one day.”
(Methinks I feel an opportunity for a lesson here.)
“What do you think is the most important thing to look for in a girlfriend? Would you rather have a girlfriend who is pretty, or smart?”
(Hmm, that makes sense. But I’m trying to make a point, here.)
“Yeah, but if you had to choose between a girl who was pretty but not smart, or a smart girl who wasn’t as pretty, which one do you think you’d choose?”
“The smart girl.” No hesitation. That’s his final answer. I’m elated. All my subtle lessons have paid off; he’s turning out exactly the way I want him to!
“And why is that?”
“She would do my homework.”
(Image is from here.)