So I asked Seth yesterday,
"Did someone come and take you out of the classroom for testing recently?"
"Yeah. Two people did," he said, as he fiddled with his Planet Hero. "I didn't know them."
"Do you know what they said about you? Those people who gave you those tests?"
"What?" he shrugged.
Looking him in the eye I told him, "They said you are a very smart little boy. Did you know that about you?"
He looked down and said,
"Not really. Because I never get my work done."
Kill me now.
"Getting your work done doesn't mean anything about smart."
I grabbed his chin and made him look at me.
"Seriously Seth. People learn in all different kinds of ways. Maybe that kindergarten class doesn't match your way of learning. You are a very smart kid. Do you hear me?"
He smiled and said,
We stayed in PJ's all day this first day of spring break. After an hour long dance party to my new chorus music, Seth had a revelation.
"Mom. I think I figured out why I can't get my work done."
"Because there's music in my head."
Seth is a child who hums random little tunes under his breath every waking moment.
"Whenever I try to concentrate, there is too much music inside me and it distracts me."
"I see," I said.