Are you smarter than a fifth grader? I mean...your little brother?

So I just gotta say...how in the heck do kids get so smart?

I came home to visit family for the weekend, and last night my little brother asked me to tell him a story before bed.  He's has his traditions- my sister, Lindsay, always tells him about The Trojan Horse.  I always tell him about The Candy House (Hansel and Gretel).

So last night as I was telling my version of the story, Levi kept interrupting me.  "Um, excuse me 'Lisha, but you're wrong.  The witch was green, and she has a wart on her nose."  Up until this point, Levi had never noticed that my story is always slightly different.  You see, I tend to make parts of it up as I go along, due to lack of memory.  I asked him, "How do you know?"  He informed me (oh so calmly) that according to the book, the witch had green skin.  I quickly reassured him that the book was incorrect.  Thankfully he is still at that age where my opinion trumps published books.

This morning I was Googling coloring pages of Captain America for him.  He was standing beside me, intently watching.  Our conversation went as follows:
Levi: "I should send a picture to Jon!  He would love a picture of Captain America.  Do you know why?"
Me: "Why?"
Levi: "Because Captain 'Merica is in the army."
Me: "No he' not Levi."
Levi: "Yes, he is."
Me: "No, he's not."
Levi: "You should read the book."
Jon (listening through Skype): "He's right Alisha."

I guess sometimes there comes a point where you just can't outsmart them anymore...