+My eight-year-old, Pumpkin, is already confirmed as highly gifted. We did the whole testing rigmarole. Ducky has no confirmation. Testing a two-year-old would raise eyebrows. But as we have “been there, done that”, it isn’t hard to see the signs. Ducky knows his alphabet, his colors, his shapes, and more words than he probably should. Things for him have not moved in the same way as they did for Pumpkin, but all along, there were enough signs to bring some heavy sighs from me. About every time I think that he’s not quite as gifted as his brother (and therefor hopefully less likely to have the 2E burdens that Pumpkin does), he drops another bomb. Today’s was spatial recognition understanding that for not quite 2 1/2 is astounding.
Ducky brought me two blocks, both identical triangles. These are a typical toys for a baby, but not in this way. He put the two triangles together. “See, Mommy, big twiangle.”
“That’s right,” I said encouragingly, “big triangle.
Then he rearranged them. “Dis way dey make a diamond.” This is close enough. Technically it is a parallelogram, but point up it does look like a diamond.
“You’re right,” I agreed. At that point, I was already feeling the dread of a kid knowing too much too young. I’ve been down this road before. I used to get so excited when Pumpkin did this stuff. I let him show off. Now, I’m not sure if that’s the best plan, yet I don’t want to hold him back.
He rearranged them again. “Dis is a square. See, t’ree shapes.” He looked so proud of himself.
I squatted to his level. “That’s absolutely right, honey. Very good.” He beamed and ran off to play with his blocks. I’ve joked that Pumpkin will be the paleontologist, Ducky will be the engineer. There’s less doubt every day.