Francis, You're So Smaaaart!

This morning I came down stairs for breakfast to find Granny cutting a kleenex box around its middle. I watched her out of cornor of eye as I made my espresso, curious as to why she needed to spend her limited energy cutting up a tissue box. Whatever she was trying to do looked like a difficult process. Of course, I minded my own business afraid I'd get a lengthy explanation should I ask her what she was doing. I thought perhaps she would use it for a container, maybe she thought it was too big for the trash, or she might be making a new cover for her daily devotional book. (a few years ago she replaced the cover with tissue box cardboard). I hadn't realized though that the box wasn't empty. After her struggling with the box for a few minutes she said, "These tissue boxes are just too big! So after I use a few tissues they don't want to come up anymore, so I just cut the boxes and make them shorter." As she walked away from the counter to put the box back, she mentioned she also had to make a shelf for the box to sit on and then she triumphantly proclaimed " Francis, you're so smaaaaaart!" (she uses this phrase every day with some sort of accent, but I'm not sure which accent it is, but basically you can't hear the "r' in the dragged out "smart"). Smart? Definitely creative.