He is eight.This type of behavior is perplexing to me, as I always did my homework in front of the TV. Or mostly I sat in front of the TV and forgot all about my homework and then got yelled at by my math teacher the next afternoon. Where did this sensible behavior come from?
It was becoming more and more obvious to me by the day: Tall had been switched at birth. But I don’t mean by some careless nurse who had worked a double shift and was too tired to notice that one baby was blond and one baby was a red-head, or that one baby was super intelligent and the other was an idiot. I mean that aliens came down from outer space and took my genetically average son and replaced him with one of genius caliber.I am not complaining.
Most days it comes in handy to have a resident future-Mensa individual living in the house. Certain situations arise where I might need help, situations like setting up the DVD player, programing my phone, or plugging in the coffee maker. Tall is able to offer assistance with all of these.It’s just … I kind of feel sorry for those Martians out there with my real son.