I'm thrilled with Boo's new school. And not just because her teachers tell me she's one smart little cookie. Perhaps even, "gifted."
I brought it up this morning to Matt as Boo walked into a wall on her way to the bathroom. "There goes out gifted child, honey."
Matt told me to keep something in mind. We see the dreamy, imaginative Boo. The one who completely lacks any common sense. The one who takes the decorative fans from China and throws them behind her, then falls to her knees and cries, "My duty is to my heart!" Ok, Mulan, we hear you loud and clear. We see that Boo. We don't see the Boo in a classroom setting.
They keep telling us she's smart. And they're the experts. So we'll just keep on keeping on doing what we've been doing for the past three years. Be supportive, encouraging, and pro-learning. The school does have some routes we can take that don't involve moving or spending 12 grand a year for preschool. They said they'd be thrilled to have her again next year, but feel she needs to be in a school that can cater to her super-Boo-tastic smarty smart brain.
Obviously she got her smart genes from her father.
In the meantime, I have to wonder. Yesterday she was picking her nose. I told her to get a tissue and blow her nose instead. She replied, "But if I blow my nose, there won't be any snot left for me to eat later."
That's my gifted girl.