It's Official - My Son is a Genius

I am going to break away from the honest blogging story for a moment to tell you something that happened today - which is also true.

I have always maintained my son is a genius. Not just because I am his mum and I love him, but a bona fide genius. He learned to count and read by the time he was 3.
He could type by the age of 7 and at 11 he can read and memorise the credits at the end of a film, then retype them with matching fonts and layouts and a whole load of stuff that you never knew Microsoft Word could do - at about 150 words per minute.

This intelligence was severely underestimated in his previous school and it cost them. And when I told them they nodded patronisingly as if I was talking about a cat that could open a tin or a dog that understood walkies.

I have long suspected that Boo is memorising dates.
Sometimes we go into a place we havn't been for a while, and he reams off the date of the last time we were there.

For Example: we were walking into the cinemaplex to see Monsters Vs Aliens during the Easter Holidays and he says
"Movies at Dundrum October 30 2008 is finished Mummy"
And I agree - he has to hear an answer like "that's right" in order to move on.

I considered the date he mentioned; it would have been Halloween Holidays which makes sense. Thinking about it now I realise there have been many other similar situations, but I never got around to checking, until now.

Tonight we were sitting on the kitchen couch watching "Big" with Tom Hanks on Sky Movies, and drawing on a tray with markers. He directs, I draw and I get him to write the odd bit or finish some details. It is very cosy and interactive and he likes it.

We are working the theme of "The Seasons" as Boo sees it. He gets me to draw a tree, with leaves or blossoms or fruit and new born or hibernating animals, depending on the Season,

and then a Calendar with the months of that season.

By Autumn, I was getting a little tired. Elizabeth Perkins and her giant poodle perm were starting to realise that Tom Hanks really was a Big Kid.....

so I just scrawled the numbers of August into the boxes. Then I wrote a 1 in the Monday box of September 2009 and Boo said -

"Rub it out, Rub IT OUT, Tuesday 1st September"

I looked and as all the August boxes were full, I said "no, Sunday is the 31st August, Monday is 1st September"

He insisted, so I checked my August numbers and I Had Missed the 25th out.
The 31st is a Monday. Boo was right.

I then asked him what day of the week my birthday is this year (then checked) - he was right. Mr Hammie's Birthday, His Nandad, His Aunt. All Spot on.

I have my own little Rainman here.
He doesn't buy his clothes at Kmart, prefering Zara, H&M and Next for jeans.

He has good life skills (Thanks To Saplings) and Excellent hair. But he has memorised the calendar.

Next Stop VEGAS!

xx

and Mrs Doyle if you are reading - I am writing to Keith Barry, now.