Journal ellem's Journal: Sophia : A Whole Different Kind Of Smart 4
I have crowed rather incessantly about the fantastic genius my son Danny is... like a guy who carries a million photos of his kids around with him. I notice the girl doesn't get much play. That's probably due to the fact that until recently she's pretty much been a smiling sack of potatoes.
Well that's over. She's gone wicked chatty on us.
Now it could be my memory but I recall Danny writing Haiku, in Madarin, at this age...
Sophie, however, is an utterly different child. Danny was cute on command, Sophia looks at you like she's planning to disembowel you if you ask her to tell you who you're pointing at. She also has the eyes rolled fingers touching of Mr Burns down to a frightening aping.
I think it is some part of our bad parenting that when we tell her not to throw chicken across the dining room and she screeches, "No!" and then throws the chicken all while smiling that cutesy smile we laugh while we try to scold her. Her laugh is completely disarming and she knows it.
Sophie has always been able to follow fairly complex intructions. It started when I told Jack (the dog) to sit and she would sit. She knows where all the rooms in the house are and she can climb anything. You can be in her room and say, "Sophie, go down stairs and get your juice cup, grab Happy (her stuffed dog she named) and come back up here but go in the computer room," and she does. Dan still hasn't quite mastered that sort of instruction set. Usually he gets bored in the middle and hooks up the Play Station to learn a new Jedi move.
"Danny you have your own TV!"
"Dad, I can't imagine Sony wants me to play the Play Station on a 20" Panasonic TV when there's a 36" Sony in the house."
"Hey! There's nothing wrong with your TV!"
"DADDY!"
"Dad, Sophie is riding the dog and stabbing it with a fork."
"I'll get back to you later... SOPHIE GET OFF THE DOG! Put down that fork!"
"Hey dad, I learned the move you need to kill the master robot."
I know they're working me in tandem... I just do.
I can only imagine the evil they will perpetrate upon me later....
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Not to get sappy or anything, but you're a damned lucky father. Damn shame mommy needs to put up with you too, eh? =)
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