TheBoy genius

We had our first ever parent-teacher conference last week. It felt a little odd, both because two seems a little young for such academic pressure, and because Judybat and I both felt anxious. Would we measure up? Was OurBoy learning? Had we failed him already?

Turns out we had nothing to worry about. The kid is apparently learning and speaking Spanish at his Spanish-immersion preschool, even though we rarely hear him say anything in it at home. He isn't shy and clingy, even though he often seems that way to us when we're all out of the house in the big, bad world. He loves to work, or at least the tracing-letters, drawing-not-quite-circles that serves as work for the preschool set. (Suddenly, we have become the preschool parents who ask for homework.)

There was one thing his teacher wanted to ask us about: His emotional state. She never sees him smile or laugh at school, and has taken it as one of her missions in the coming few months to try to provoke the least little giggle.

At home, of course, TheBoy can't stop giggling and smiling and running into walls and chasing the dog and demanding his mothers chase him and provoking the Tickle Monster even when all the Tickle Monster really wants to do is read the paper. This made his teacher feel much better. Personally, I'm just so happy that he loves to work that I'm not going to worry about anything else.