Are You Smarter Than Your 4th Grader?

For some time Rob has been dreaming of owning a truck. . .at least since me moved to our quasi country home. Much can be done with a truck--yard debris can be driven to the drop off place, project garbage can be driven to the dump, furniture can be picked up. . .

Well, the long wait has ended. Rob recently bought a truck. And today we took our first load of carpet scraps and left over counter chunks to the dump (we conned Rob's brother into taking several loads while he was over here during our kitchen remodel, but sadly, he and his truck departed, back to Idaho).

As you probably know, they weigh your vehicle on the way in, then again on the way out to determine how much junk you dumped. On the way out Rob turns to me and says:

"Hey, jump out and go to the bathroom and I will pick you up on the other side of the scale. You ought to be worth a few bucks."

I, of course, roll my eyes. I don't figure his joke is worth a response. . .or the $1.35 my weight may be worth.

Suddenly Hannah pipes up from the back seat:

"Don't you think you should have had her get out on they way IN? If she gets out now you will pay more money, not less."

Obviously!

Apparently Rob is not smarter than our fourth grader. . .or perhaps she's just BRILLIANT.