My child is a genius

I’m fairly sure that little C is a genius. Yes, I know all mums say that. And, yes, I know that all children develop differently and that it’s not helpful to make comparisons… but I really think we’ve got a Mensa candidate on our hands.

“Bur! Bur!” she says pointing into the sky with the conviction of a UFO enthusiast.

“Oh you clever girl!” I gush.

 “Are you pointing at a bird?!” 

C: "Look a bird!" Me: "Mmmm... is it though?"

G was a little slower than her peers when it came to talking. She was far too busy running around causing mayhem to bother with speech. So every new word that little C utters totally floors me.

First it was “Muuuumeeeee”, then “byeeeeee” and now “bird”… ok… “buh”

I told you. Genius.

It’s not just the new words that have me convinced. Her level of understanding completely astounds me too. She knows where her nose is! (try saying that three times after a large G&T).

“Where is your nose?” I ask her

She regards me with suspicion, as if it’s a trick question. Then she slowly raises her beautiful chubby hand and points at her beautiful button nose. I respond with thunderous applause. She smiles at me as if I’m a simpleton.

Further evidence of little C’s brilliance includes chatting on a toy phone (presumably to that bird she is so obsessed with), the ability to wipe her own snotty nose (well, she can blow on a tissue and that’s practically the same thing…) and eating fistfuls of sand. Ok, that last doesn’t sound so smart, but in her defence she was really just utilising all of her senses….

"Mmmmm. This sand really is delicious!"

So there you have it. Just over 12 months old and she already has three words under her metaphorical belt, knows the location of her schnozzle and possesses a whole array of special skills.

She really is a genius! 

 

Linking up with Jess at Diary of a SAHM