I keep telling him he's a super-genius and I don't know if it's working and I have no idea what child development milestones he's supposed to be meeting, but I'm fairly convinced that he is one (you mean, you can't will your child to be gifted?!? Not on my watch!) When I tell him to go get his socks and shoes, he does it. His "bum!" noise in the dancing video below we've figured out his him trying to say "jump!" and do the action. He also tried doing up the zipper on his hoodie this morning. I can't wait until he can help me fold laundry and wash dishes. That should be in like, 2 months, right?
Speaking of genius kids, the Dotytron teaches a gifted class at his middle school who sound HILARIOUS. They do things like come up with mathematical equations for the bottom number in a time signature or when he plays "musical jeopardy" for them, one of them will write down the different category values as "2 to the power of 6 - 10" or something and I'm always joking that the Dotytron is laughing along with them but in his head is like, "HAHAHAHAHAHA! I don't know if that's right." Anyway, they're not gifted kids in the way I was a gifted kid. Oh, you mean I haven't mentioned before that I was gifted? I was. No biggie. Quit asking me about it, really. These are gifted kids in the math-y/robotics extra-curricular class kind of way. Anyway, the Dotytron was telling me that he was telling them yesterday about how he always wanted to do a musical installation based on Pi and the kids lost their s**t. They basically thought it was the coolest thing ever and were already wondering where they could find some "open source software" to compose the thing. Today the Dotytron told me that two of his kids wrote the program last night. The Dotytron loves his little nerdlinger gifted kids the mostest. Why are nerds so endearing?!? I love nerds, but I absolutely LOATHE (on sight) kids who look like this:
Kids in fedoras are the worst. Even worse than that are kids in fedoras wearing dress shirts with loosely knotted ties. That's like, every privileged kid whose parents indulge them (ie. the kids who go to the alternative school close by us.)
My plan this evening is to eat like a pig, watch a million episodes of Top Chef: Texas (rooting for Paul from Austin, obvs) and then pass out on the couch at 8pm, fall fast asleep, then wake up in a fury at 10pm and instantly start shriekily accusing the Dotytron of "keeping me awake" (I generally repeat this ritual about once a week).