Little H started preschool last week.  I know a lot of people keep their kids home until kindergarten, but those people probably have more to teach their kids than I do.  I've about maxed out everything I know with Little H, and I've lately resorted to making things up.  It's funny to me, but it's not so funny when she repeats things I've told her to others and gives me full credit.  Like a month ago when she told my brother (who's a twin) that I told her he only has half a brain because twins have to share.  Or the time she asked Dan's parents about wearing grass skirts because I had told her that everyone who lives in Hawaii has to wear them all the time.  And I don't bother to correct her when she comes up with funny theories on her own.  Like the time she told me that she had a dead itch on her forehead that she needed to wash off because it had started on her nose, jumped to her cheek and finally landed on her forehead where she was able to scratch it to death.  Or the time she asked me if grandma (my mom) was scared when she was a little girl because of all the big dinosaurs.