I wonder what it’s going to be like, raising a child who will likely be smarter than I am by the time he’s, oh, 10. What do you do with a child whose intelligence zooms right past his emotional/social progression? Already, I just pray that he’ll always find people who can – if not understand – at least appreciate him. People who won’t make him feel there’s something wrong with him, that he’s somehow inferior or just plain weird.
A couple of weeks ago, he found a packing box (probably from Amazon) and became obsessed with it. Had to sleep in it at night (which resulted in much crying when it broke apart many times in the night) and play in it during the day. We finally realized he was being like Wall-E. We think. Or he just really loved it. Will we ever know?