Yes, I am smarter than a 5th grader!

My husband is an engineer and an extreme brainiac. There's not much he doesn't know and his opinions are gospel.  He knows which way the wind is blowing at all times, but I follow that up with, "Well, I know where all the hot air is coming from!" 

When the game show "Who Wants to be a Millionaire" was popular, my husband knew all the answers before they posted the choices.  

The program allowed him to exercise his Nerdism, but frankly, it became annoying. Well, he may be smart, but I am clever and shrewd!  I recorded an episode when he was gone on a business trip and memorized all the answers (it happened to be the week, John Carpenter, won the million dollars).  

The night he returned, I nonchalantly pushed the play button at the exact time the show was airing.  I was sitting on the edge of my seat and before my husband could even open his mouth, the answers rolled off my tongue faster than a speeding bullet.  He looked as if I'd sucked all the blood out of his veins and within minutes he was struggling for air.  I don't think anyone had ever challenged his brilliance and I was loving every minute of this secret espionage.

"How do you know that answer?" He snapped.

"Oh, just a little bit of trivia that's been floating around in the back of my head." I responded, followed by a cheshire grin!

As the questions got harder, I put on my game face and answered each one with two snaps up.  He was not a happy camper!  His chin dropped and I could see that he was suffering from an inferiority complex.  Did I stop there?  Oh no I di nnnnn't!  I took it all the way to the bank.  I learned a great lesson that day, if you can't join them, then beat 'em! By, Linda Sumner Urza, One fine day.