You're Joking. Right?

Every summer the girl and I take on a project.  One summer we learned about poetry, one summer we learned about art, and one summer we helped her get a year ahead in math. The math summer was definitely not a favorite of mine.  This summer she said she wanted to make a whole new wardrobe for the following school year.  I thought that sounded like a fun idea, so I've been collecting various materials and bookmarking any tutorial I think we might need.  I even procured a serger.

Then yesterday the girl came home and said this . . .

Girl: Mom!  You know how we're going to make clothes this summer?  Well, do you want to know what S in my class is doing over the summer?  She is going to memorize the whole dictionary.  ISN'T THAT AWESOME?!!!
Me:   **complete silence as I try to figure out how it is that she is half me . . . .
Girl:  You don't think that's awesome? Like more awesome than making clothes?
Me:  **Still working on it . . . .
Girl:  Okay, so this is why it is sooo cool-- if someone asks you what a word means, not only can you tell them, you can give them THE EXACT DEFINITION!
Me:  Is this your way of telling me you'd rather memorize the dictionary this summer instead of make clothes?
Girl:  No, making clothes is fine.

Now when she is older she'll tell her psychologist all she wanted to do was memorize the dictionary and I shot her down.  WORST SUMMER EVER!