He's a Genius!

Is it me or is my kid brilliant? Just today we sat at a little bag of toys and I asked him, one by one, to find a toy for me. 

"Bryce, where is the basketball?"

"Seriously mom. Too easy. It's right here." He starts pounding his little basketball. I take it out and try again.

"Where is the shoe?" I don't think he'll get it, but it's worth a try. One second later, he has reached out and grabbed his tennis shoe (that sadly was only a toy because we could never get his fat feet into them). I'm impressed.

"Where is the telephone?" It's a trick question. He has a toy phone, but it doesn't really look like a phone and I've certainly never called it a phone. I don't know if I've ever called anything a phone yet.

And he goes right for it. "Mom, give me something hard. You're boring me," his look says. It also says a little bit of "I'm seriously good."

"Where is the book?"

"Right here. Don't insult me."

"Where is Mr. Piggly Wiggly?"

"Done. What else you got?"

"Where is the rooster."

"Had it ten minutes ago."

"Mr. Moo Cow?"

"If that's all you've got, I'm outtie...."

The child is a genius! (And cheeky.)

Of course I know all kids are geniuses. It's just amazing to see how much they learn at the tender age of 11 months and three weeks. He is giving us signs left and right. He spontaneously waves at strangers and takes up peek-a-boo games with anyone who will join. He pulls himself to standing and can cruise a room in five minutes flat. He puts his own arms in the sleeves of his shirts with just a simple "Arm, please" command. He can even do "Itsy Bitsy Spider"!

I realize I'm having the experience all parents have had, are having, and will have. But it's the first time this parent is having these experiences. So you'll forgive me if I think my child is too smart for words and you'll forgive me if I savor every moment of my child's progress and brilliance. It has been delightful at the least and soul-changing at the most.