Margot has a sharp wit, even at her young age. Example:
Tonight we ate dinner at a Thai restaurant next to my office. Margot noticed that across the street from the restaurant was a storefront that read "Gentlemen of Distinction" on the sign.
"What kind of store is it?" she inquired.
"A barbershop, for men," I explained. She sat quietly for a moment. She ate a piece of her taro custard dessert.
"What does distinction mean?" she asked.
"It means special, or one of a kind. Not like all of the others," I said in between bites of deliciously spicy lemongrass chicken.
"Like Michael Jackson?" she asked. "He was a man of distinction." (Sidenote: I don't know what her fasctination with Michael Jackson is, but it's been going on for years.)
"Yes, I suppose," I agreed. "But he's a dead man of distinction," I noted irreverently.
Her eyes lit up. "Then he's a man of EXtinction," she pointed out, so obviously pleased with herself.
Is this kid funny or what? I laughed and laughed at that one.