As I have been told that I need to blogue more often, I will tell you about the story of the family genius.
Rose's daughter, Petunia, comes over to stay with us every other weekend, and Rose looks forward to it quite a bit. Petunia was supposed to be here this weekend, but it didn't happen. Why? Because Petunia may be a genius.
Rose has been very concerned with Petunia's education. She tries very hard to give Petunia what she needs to succeed without being the educational equivalent of a hockey parent. It's fortunate that the girl loves to learn, create and interact with people (in fact, she doesn't really stop interacting with people). Her father, who doesn't really seem to have the will or the time to start teaching her English, and who didn't seem overly concerned that she ever became proficient in the language, suddenly announced last week that she was going to take an exam to get into a fancy, very exclusive (20 kids a year) yet publicly-funded program. Petunia is five. In order to get into the exam, you have to have a letter of recommendation from the child's educators. It's like a kiddie master's program.
