If I am honest with myself, I have to admit that sometimes my child scares me. There is something about him, something I can’t put my finger on, exactly, that isn’t right. Or maybe it’s just that something is too right. How I might be if instead of needing contact lenses, I got LASIK and ended up with something better than 20/20 vision.
Snags is pretty smart, that much I know. His teacher tells me this, and his recent report card reflects it as well.
He uses big words. Words you might not expect a kid in Kindergarten to know.
He’s good at math. He can do simple addition and subtraction, even some basic multiplication. I just about had a heart attack when he started talking about square roots the other day. I don’t remember much about math beyond plus, minus, multiply, and divide. And mostly, I use a calculator for those.
And then there is the “other worldliness” about him. How once, when he was three and we were on our way to preschool we passed an ambulance heading in the opposite direction, and Snags said “I am going to ride in an ambulance today!” I shuddered at the thought, and insisted that he wouldn’t be riding in an ambulance that day or anytime soon. I might have said never. But Snags insisted he would. And hours later, he did. His preschool called me to say he’d had an allergic reaction and they’d given him a shot of epinephrine and the ambulance was on its way.
Tuesday night Snags drew a picture of a tornado. Wednesday morning I woke to the news that dozens of tornados had ripped through several states, tearing down homes and businesses and schools, and leaving people dead in its wake.
I’m not saying Snags caused the tornado, but still, I think I’m taking all of his crayons away tonight… after I make him draw me a picture of a winning MEGA MILLIONS lottery ticket, that is.
Running With Books 