The family is sitting around the dinner table. Kiddo is using utensils like the civilized human being he has the potential to become.

Me: "Good job with your fork. You're so smart."

Kiddo: "Where the smarts go?"

Me: "Um...They're in your head."

Kiddo turns to Daddy: "Your smarts up in your head."

Daddy: "Yes. Yes they are."

Kiddo turns to me: "Where your smarts go?"

Me: "Good question...I think you took them."