This week at kindergarten, Ben's been getting a tryout in the gifted class. Today, he brought a batch of uncompleted first-grade worksheets home for homework, and I'll be damned! He's getting the knack of it. (Where did he pick this up? Phonics, addition problems, word order—what?!?) I don't know if the teachers have made a final placement decision—no note has been sent home—but Ben is under the impression that he's being transferred to the new group.
Mr. Tangerine asked Ben, "How did you get to be so smart?"
Ben replied, "From school."
Mr. Tangerine prodded, "Oh, not from Mommy and Daddy's genes?"
"No, from school, and maybe from Mommy and Daddy's sweaters." (Rim shot.)
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Peanut was moved to the highest reading group in his class, which I think still isn't enough as it's not just reading he's ahead in.
Yesterday, when I told him this, he rolled his eyes and said, "Great." When I asked him what was wrong with this, he said, "Well, I just don't like to read."
*sigh*
Today he asked me if he has any ancestors.
I love that boy. He is hilarious, as well as gorgeous and charming. And he TOTALLY gets it from his mom's sweaters.
Nut, did you tell him he sprang fully formed out of your forehead and is descended only from you?
Feral Chick, I do have some nice sweaters.
No, I didn't, but damned if that isn't a great answer!
Instead, when he told his dad about getting a 100% on his first spelling test, his dad tried to take credit for it. His dad grew up in the Phillipines: care to explain how he'd pass spelling tests when he wasn't being taught in English in America? geesh.
Don't you just want to crawl inside his head and look around for a little while?
Too funny!
Yet another piece of evidence regarding the supreme and undeniable awesomeneww of kids.
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