Sometimes, kids get it right.
Everyone thinks their first kid is smart and I’m no exception. But today, I think he may be a genius.
By Andrew Pridgen
I figure eventually the truth is revealed. Either you have another, smarter kid and go, “Oh” or you get them to the Thunderdome that is kindergarten and say, yep—just average—hopefully. But at least he gets his stuff in the right cubby most days.
But there are those glorious first months where that kid is the smartest on the planet. It’s kind of how I felt my yellow 1983 Volvo DL Wagon was the zippiest Twinkie on wheels when I was 17, but later realiz–actually, bad example, that was a great car.
Back to the kid for a minute: Today’s my son’s first March Madness. He and I are pretty similar in that we’d both rather drool over books or see what’s happening in the kitchen with his…
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