Stressing over his first I.Q. test... |
Here is the truth: My first child could competently operate a computer at the age of two. (He still has to help me with my online university homework.) My second child can play circles around me on the piano. My third child could speak in complete sentences at the age when many infants are using their mouths primarily for chewing on dirty socks.
Here is the rest of the truth: All of my children are also bad at… well… a lot of stuff, really. They were in the Oral Stage when Freud clearly stated they should have been comfortably entrenched in the Anal Stage. They stubbornly refused to enjoy Shakespeare, instead preferring inane cartoon rubbish. Most disturbingly, they tried to mix clashing prints when dressing themselves, blatantly ignoring rules of both color and fashion theory.