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.
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