All parents have anecdotes where they provide evidence of the giftedness of their child(ren). We're no different, so here are two of ours.
Daniel (I think, but it could have been Alex) was trying to express a negative number (he was trying to explain something like how sad he was, I forget). He doesn't know about negative numbers though. So he said that he was "G9". In the elevators here (and in our previous apartment) the floors are numbered 1, 2, 3, as you go up. The garages are below, and so go G1, G2, G3 ...
S was driving through Santa Monica the other day, and passed Google's offices (which, incidentally, are a whole lot less impressive than Yahoo's Santa Monica offices, but I digress). When they saw the Google logo on the side of the building, they said "Look, it's the word on the computer!"
(Aaron, a friend from work, suggested it was the colors not the letters that they responded to. But in my urge to only seek positive information about the giftedness of our children, I ignored him.)
Thursday, December 27, 2007
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