The other side of genius

Firstborn is a genius. Really. His mind works in amazing ways. It's not that he aces every test he is given, it's more the style of thinking that he does. Sometimes it's scary.

But then there is the other side of genius. The side where he can't handle the smaller, more mundane thinking processes that we mere mortals take for granted. Like dressing...

Last night he had to dress for a special Boy Scout meeting on fitness. They were taking a baseline fitness test for their fitness badge. They were supposed to dress in Class B uniforms, which means their Boy Scout green pants and a troop designed t-shirt. The troop gives out candy bars when the boys come in full uniform, so this meant the special Boy Scout green socks too. He could only find one. So he was dressed in his Boy Scout pants (with the lower leg removed to convert them into shorts), his black troop t-shirt and one green sock and one grey.

Me: "Um. Firstborn? Your socks don't match."
DH: "Go upstairs and change your socks. That looks ridiculous!"
Firstborn: "No! I want to be in uniform."
Me: "I think they will notice that you only have one sock."
Firstborn: "I'll only lift one leg to show them. They only check one sock, they never look to see if you are wearing both."
Me: "Um... You are wearing shorts. You don't need to lift your leg for them to see that the socks don't match."
He blushes with the sudden realization that he is wearing shorts and not pants and therefore, there is no concealing the unmatched socks.

This is the same child who came up with the brilliant plan to catch the toothfairy when he was 5. What has happened.

DH says this is teen brain.

The point of the exercise

I've been going on walks with Lastborn over vacation. He's going to Webelos camp next week and I'm told there's lots of walking there. Being a pretty sedentary kid and a bit overweight to boot, I'm worried that he will have a horrible time at camp because of how much they push them.

So today, I gave him the word that we were going on another walk and he should put his shoes there.

His response?

"Can we drive there?"
"Where," I replied?
"To the walk."
"Um. The purpose of the walk is to walk child. "

IMing with Lastborn

Not that I feel a need to spy on my son, but he left the screen open after chatting with his cousin. He was using my account. Here's a typical chat session with Lastborn:

Lastborn: yo beninator

bkn: hey, how are you?

Lastborn: good how are
it feels awkward with this picture (referring to my avatar)
bkn: im good, so how what kind of party are you having?

Lastborn: bowling
do you do clubpenguin

bkn: not anymore, I used to when my friends played it

Lastborn: ok then
fewwsd;'
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laugh
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hehehehehye
luuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuunch

bkn:well i hope you have fun at your party

Lastborn: dffffffffffggggggghggggffdrfsfdtrgfhijkiopufgfhbgbchdhdegfsrtdedtrddfrtfddfokjf;hfxdkkjhglkhghhghhghghhgghhghghghghghghghghhgghghhghghgghghghghghghghgghhghgghghghghhghghghghghghghghghg
i dont know what to talk about
beans
i crave for lima beans
we will we will rock u rock u
sigh
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gg
hahahahaha hairball
ok bye

bkn:bye
Lastborn: bye