Renaissance Art for Toddlers

So Julia and I were upstairs in the family room before lunch today and she asked me to get down the big Janson's History of Art book from the bookshelf---you know, the behemoth textbook we all have from our college days? She likes it, and I swear, neither Christopher nor I intentionally encouraged such over-the-top precociousness; she just noticed it one day and wanted to look at the pictures. Every now and then she opens it up and asks to see a few favorite works of art.

Today she requested, by name, Michelangelo's David. (I mean, of course, that she said, "David," not "Michelangelo"--she's not THAT precocious. I did actually try to get her to say "Michelangelo," but she refused, saying--rightly so, I might add--"hard name.") After studying the David for a few minutes, she stood up, smiled excitedly, and said something unintelligible while touching her head. It took me a few minutes, and several (increasingly frustrated) repetitions of her statement, before I got it: "David has curly hair! Just like Brea!" If you knew Julia's 4-year-old cousin Brea, and her fabulously springy, glamour-preschooler afro, you'd especially appreciate the analogy, but despite that, I was stunned. This kid kills me. Where does she get this stuff?