My 5 year old daughter is smarter than me

The other day, I was engrossed in a biography of Elon Musk when my five-year-old daughter, Saige, came up to me.

"Papa, what are you reading?" she asked, her eyes filled with wonder.

"I'm reading about Elon Musk," I replied, "He's a businessman who builds rockets."

Saige's brow furrowed in thought. "What's a rocket?"

A smile spread across my face. "Imagine a giant airplane that can travel much, much farther," I explained.

"So, like a supersized airplane?" she queried, her imagination sparking.

"Something like that," I confirmed.

Saige's eyes gleamed with excitement. "Papa, can we visit Nani in a rocket next time?"

Chuckling, I gently explained, "Rockets are for traveling vast distances, Saige. But have you heard of aliens?"

"Yes, Papa! I saw them in Peppa Pig," she exclaimed. "They live in the sky, even past the moon!"

"And how do they travel?" I prompted.

Saige's face lit up. "Spaceships, silly!"

"Of course, you're right," I admitted with a laugh. "Now, if you could go to the moon, how would you get there?"

"But first, is there pizza on the moon?" she inquired, her priorities clear.

With a playful smile, I shook my head. "No, no pizza."

The questions continued – ice cream, television, even a sandpit – and with each one, Saige's curiosity grew. Finally, I explained that while the moon may not have these things now, exploration could lead to future possibilities.

Saige pondered this for a moment. "But Papa, we already have all that stuff. Why go to the moon?"

Her question struck a chord. I realized that her innocent perspective challenged my own assumptions.

"Think about it this way, Saige," I began. "When you're hungry, what do you like to eat?"

"Rainbow cake!" she declared without hesitation.

"And when our car is hungry, what does it need?"

Saige tilted her head, considering the question. "Oil, I think?"

"Exactly! And where does oil come from?"

"My friend Zohair says it comes from Dubai," she replied.

"But what if the oil there runs out?" I asked, gently prompting her further.

Saige's eyes sparkled. "Then we'll get cars that don't need oil, like my fire engine!"

"Just like electric cars!" I exclaimed, impressed by her connection.

The conversation continued, exploring the potential of finding new resources like oil or water on the moon, just like her teacher spoke about conserving water on Earth.

This wasn't just a conversation; it was a journey of discovery. Saige, with her boundless curiosity and innocent perspective, had not only challenged my preconceived notions but also inspired me to think beyond the ordinary.

Her imagination knows no bounds, and her spirit is a constant source of inspiration.