My niece
Is probably one of the brightest kids I've ever met. A consequence of this brightness is that she talks a lot, and when younger would constantly ask questions. One day she was out with her Dad, when a helicopter passed overhead.

"Do you know what that is Daddy?" she asked, pointing skywards.

"Yes" replied her father, "it's a helicopter".

"No it isn't!", she replied matter of factly, "it's a Sikorsky" (not sure of spelling).

She was four.

On another occassion, we all trooped off to Wales for a family wedding, at which she was a bridesmaid. My sister had drilled into her that she mustn't talk during the ceremony, as it was very important that the bride and groom could hear what the vicar was saying (even if it was in Welsh), and that church was a serious place in which to be. Plus God would be angry if anyone interrupted.

I was sat a couple of rows behind her, some way to the right, and thought that she was being particularly well behaved and good for managing to stay quiet.

Then I saw why she was being quiet. In a bid to keep her mind active, but ensure that she didn't talk because God would be upset with her, she was gesturing with her finger at the organ pipes. And then I noticed that she was silently mouthing to herself "one, two, three, four, five..."

Yep. She was counting the number of pipes, bless her.

As soon as we left the church, she exploded in a tirade of babble, unable to keep quiet any longer.
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Sun 20 Apr 2008, 17:21, Reply)