I love words. I took my niece shopping yesterday. She is 9, but has read an impressive amount. I used a couple of words and I could tell by the look on her face that she did not really know the definition, and I saw her trying to figure it out by the context. So I told her that I often don't know words and I used to be super embarrassed about asking for definitions, but I have learned even brilliant people like me, or her, cannot possibly know every word there is, so she could just ask me and not be embarrassed. She blushed a little and then we discussed the meanings of filigree and ombre, and several others. She is actually a pretty cool kid and I enjoyed spending some one on one time with her. Up to this point, I had thought she was just a spoiled little horror of a child. She treats her younger sister horribly (but then again, so does their mom). We talked about that some (how she treats her sister, not how the mom does), as well as a bunch of other things. We had some really good conversations. I still think she is spoiled, but not a horror, and I wish WISH WISH her parents could see the ways in which they harm her by catering to her and so obviously preferring her over her sister.