It is so easy for a perfectly good day to be ruined by a night of too little sleep. This morning was one of those mornings. I felt cranky, cold and tired the minute I woke up. Over a bowl of honeycomb cereal, Russell and I were discussing the 5 senses. As we were going over the topics of taste buds and colorblindness, Russell succeeded in turning a soon-to-be bad day into a great day, in the matter of seconds. "You are the smartest person I know", was all he said. I guess I never saw myself as an expert on taste buds and colorblindness, but he seems to think I am, and who I am to correct him? What mother doesn't want to be thought of as a genius in the eyes of her child?