...but the fact is my son is a
genius.
Evidence #1: A
couple days ago he and I were playing with his little fire truck. I dug the
firemen out of the recesses of the toy box, but was unable to find the dog that
goes with the set. I asked Joseph if he could find the dog. He ignored my
question, so I figured he didn’t know where the dog was. He worked on putting
the firemen into the truck (you have to fit the square bodies into the square
holes) for a few minutes. Once he accomplished this task he walked into the other
room. I assumed he was finished playing with the fire truck, but wanted to
encourage him to play more. I heard him open the drawer of the desk then start
squawking. I got up to see what was the matter and try to bring him back into the other room to continue playing. Within a couple seconds I
saw him pull out the little wooden dog. He must have stashed it in there a day
or two before without me knowing and remembered it was there when I asked for it.
Genius, I tell you.
Evidence #2: Tonight
at dinner I made breakfast for dinner (french toast, eggs, sausage). I decided
to wait until about halfway through dinner to make the sausage because as soon
as Joseph sees the sausage he won’t touch any other food on his tray. He
becomes singularly focused on the sausage. Must. Eat. Sausage. Now. So, we sit
down to dinner and he starts fussing. He’s been a little sick which has turned him into a picky eater (hopefully only temporarily) and tonight was no different. Everything we offered he didn’t want.
We finally just let him get down from his seat, but that didn’t help either. He went over to
the fridge and started whining. It took me few minutes before I realized he wanted
me to get the sausage out of the freezer and make it. I eventually went to the
freezer and as soon as the door opened he was quiet. He saw me get out the
sausage and all was well…until he had to wait for me to cook the sausage. But,
seriously…the boy knew sausage was a part of this meal and he
wanted nothing to do with the eggs or french toast when he knew sausage was
coming. What the heck!? He’s only 16 months old. Isn’t he too young for this
kind of memory? Genius.
Evidence #3: I was doing laundry today in
preparation for our Thanksgiving trip. This included washing his cloth diapers,
which I usually line dry. I took a load of laundry up the stairs and when I
came back down Joseph has gotten an empty laundry basket and was taking all the
diapers off the line and putting them into the laundry basket. Never mind the
fact that they were still wet. I was just surprised he knew what to do with
them! Genius.
Evidence #4: Every
night we read Joseph a few stories before he goes to bed. Will is usually the
one to read to him, but Will was tired tonight so I read to him instead. At one
point in “Sleep Tight, Baby Rhino” Baby Rhino’s mommy and daddy give him a kiss
goodnight. When I read this page Joseph “blew a kiss.” I thought to myself, “Aww,
that’s so sweet! Will taught him to blow kisses!” Then, when Will came upstairs
to say goodnight he told Joseph to blow kisses to me (which he did) and I
commented on how cute it was that he taught him that. Will looked at me
quizzically and said “I thought you taught him that” at which point we both
realized he must have picked it up somewhere else. My best guess is that he saw
another child do it and simply mimicked it. Regardless, I believe it makes my
kid a genius.
All of these scenarios occurred either today or within the
past couple days, which I find amazing. Joseph continues to surprise me with
what he knows and how quickly he learns. What will he think of next?
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