There is no topic that the knower of all things cannot opine on. She is sure that she has something critical to contribute to all conversations. She cannot be convinced that she may have gaps in her knowledge base.
It can be exasperating living with the knower of all things. My eyes rotate in their sockets at least once every hour when the knower of all things is pontificating on the ways of the world as she knows them. Sometimes I have to allow my mind to go to its happy place to save my sanity.
I understand that the day will come when the knower of all things doesn’t feel obliged to share with me the expanses of her knowledge. I know she will grow up and I will wish she was still around to talk to me. So most days I listen to the knower of all things and I remind myself that this too will pass, and one day I will miss it. Other days I wonder how our species survives past teenager-hood.
Day one thousand two hundred and eighty-nine of the new forty – obla di obla da