Wrinkled Maps

Last night Elena said something really funny. It took me a while to figure out what she was saying, but when I finally got it, I thought it blogworthy.
Let me start with a little background. Elias, our now-6-year-old, loved maps as a baby. He had a LeapPad that had a page with a USA map, and when he touched a state with the LeapPen (which is like a stylus), it would say the state's name. By age 2, you could ask him where any state was and he could point to it. Another testament to his crazy visual learning ability, I guess.
Elena has not shown as much interest in the LeapPad. Until Sunday. All of the sudden, she wanted to play with her own hand-me-down pink LeapPad, and that was pretty much all she wanted to do. She absolutely loved the map page! She kept touching Texas and Indiana and repeating their names. (which, by the way, are also the first 2 that Elias learned!)
So last night, after her bath, she was lying on her changing table while I got her dressed for bed. She looked at her fingers and asked me what they were. I told her they were fingers.
"Noooooooooooooooo", she said. "What's in them?"
"Ummmm, fingers?" I answered.
"Noooooo. What's this?" she asked, pointing to her thumb.
"Oh, that is your thumb."
"Nooooooooo, this." Finally I realize she is specifically talking about the pads of her fingers.
"Oh, those are your fingerprints."
"Nooooooooo. These are my *unintelligible word*."
"Your WHAT?"
"My *repeats same word and I have no idea what she is saying*"
I try to repeat the word back as I heard it. "Your tess-a-sis?"
"No. My *same word, still no idea what the heck she is talking about*."
"Your (try to guess again) tesasis?"
"No. my *same word, with a little more annunciation*."
"Your Texases?"
"YES! See?" (shows me her wrinkled finger pads from the bath)
"Ooooooooh. Those are wrinkles."
"Oh."
"Do you think they look like a map?"
"Yes!"
"And you see Texas?"
"YES!!!"

Wow. This girls is either really, really smart, or she has absolutely NO clue. Or maybe seeing Texas in your finger wrinkles is something akin to seeing Mother Mary in your PB&J sandwich. It is Texas, afterall.
Let's hope she's just REALLY smart.
To quote Home Simpson, "I am so smart. I am so smart. S-M-R-T. I mean S-M-A-R-T." :)