Mensa for Toddlers?

DISCLAIMER ~ The following entry is filled with Mommy bragging. If you have a problem with reading about how amazing my kid is, well, then get your own blog and brag away about your little genius.

My dear friend Kristen recently wrote in her Mommy Blog that it is just not mathematically possible for EVERY child to be a genius.

That being said, mine is. (And so are Kristen's two children. Seriously.)

This was a conversation Bitty and I had yesterday after shopping at the Wild Oats grocery store:

Bitty: (Spying some outdoor tables) "Mama, let's sit down and relax and eat our treat."
Mama: "Well, OK. Go pick out a table."
Bitty: (After a bite of his muffin and sip of his juice) "Mmm, that's good. So, Mama, did you have a nice day?"
Mama: (laughing) "Why yes, Bitty, I'm having a nice day. How about you?"
Bitty: "Yes, I'm having a good day. Maybe after our treat we can go to (name of city where Daddy works) and listen to the jazz band?"
Mama: Well, no, not today. We'll be going to see Daddy play later this week with your Aunt and Uncle.
Bitty: "I want to go play trumpet in the jazz band. When I get bigger go to work and I'll play trumpet."

After that I wasn't really listening because I was thinking to myself, 'what toddler has conversations like this?' Keep in mind, Bitty is only 28 months old. And he's been conversing like this for the past few months.

If he's not monologing about his career plans, then he's singing. Entire songs, in tune. Of course there is the obvious Wheels on the Bus and Head, Shoulders, Knees and Toes. But that's so 6 months ago. Over the summer his repertoire expanded to include Hail to the Redskins (even the tricky middle part that most die-hard Skins fans mumble through), Celiene Dion's version of All By Myself (Mama is a big Celiene fan), and most of the Backyardigans greatest hits. And if that isn't musically masterful enough, Bitty will take a standard tune, say Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star and improvise his own song about whatever he's doing at that moment. I know professional singers who can't improvise lyrics on the spot.

I just want this all recorded for posterity so if Bitty brings home a 'C' grade in high school and tries to justify it by saying he isn't smart enough to get an 'A', I'll pull up this entry and remind him that he was a baby genius -- so he best get crackin on the books because I know he can do better!