Bad Uncle

You can call me a bad uncle if you like but I love tormenting my young great nieces and nephews. It's one of the perks of getting older.
I have a seven year-old great niece named Zoe who is a scream. Zoe's mom is my sister's oldest child, and she wouldn't have anything to do with me until she was probably eight.
I adore Zoe, and Zoe adores me, and she has ever since she was very young
But Zoe is on a kick to prove, once and for all, that girls are smarter than boys.
She's probably right in a lot of ways, but that wouldn't have been any fun, so I challenged her. 
She asked me a bunch of math questions and I answered them all with the help of the calculator on my iPhone. The trick was to not let her see me using the calculator.
After she gave me a round of questions, I asked if it was my turn to ask "the girls" questions.
She reluctantly agreed. I promptly asked here some unanswerable questions like -- How far is up?
-- Did you walk to school or carry your lunch?
-- If something was traveling sooooo fast it couldn't be stopped, and hit something soooooo hard it couldn't be moved, what would happen?
She puzzled for a long time over these challenges. She slipped into the kitchen to ask her mom, but found no help. She was left to sort through the maze by herself. 
I could see that little brain churning, weighing the questions and trying to assign values to things. Evaluating, reasoning, and making assumptions. She's not a quitter, but after I let her think about the questions for a long time, I let her in on my prank. 
She looked at me with that - CHEATER, CHEATER, PANTS ON FIRE look. I felt a little bad, but I hugged her and told her I was proud of her for trying to solve the problems.
She acted like she was mad at me for a few minutes, but that didn't last long.
I shot this series of photos with my iPhone before I left. 
It occurred to me on the way home that I won't be able to fool this child much longer.