These heartwarming stories were found on Quora and they reveal the behind-the-scenes life of a parent who has a really smart child. Although, even teachers can appreciate a smart kid.
However, it can’t always be easy to keep up with such a kid.
Although, I bet it’s always worth. Especially after you read these endearing stories:
1. The answer was in the reflection – (Matt Greatorex).
When my son was six, the ‘rule’ was if he wanted a new game installed on the iPad, he’d come and see me. He’d find one he liked and bring me the tablet. I’d decide if it was appropriate and, if so, enter the password and download the game. I’d always turn the device away so he never had access to the password himself. As expected, he always asked for the password so he could do it himself, but he never got it.
One day, he brought me the iPad and we went through the usual process. As soon as I handed it back to him, he smiled and told me the correct password. I must have looked puzzled. Fortunately, he couldn’t resist telling me how he knew.
He’d found a game he didn’t particularly want but which was childish enough that he knew I’d definitely approve of it. He then waited until I was standing in front of the patio doors and handed me the device, knowing I’d turn it away from him. Turning it away from him meant turning it toward the doors. That way, he could watch what I typed in the reflection on the glass.
I’m not sure if it’s the smartest thing he’s ever done, but it’s pretty devious and impressed the hell out of me.
2. Just laugh – (Tanya Vora).
This conversation was between my dad and my sister when she was just 6 years old.
Sister: Why aren’t you laughing, daddy?
Dad: I have a lot on my mind.
Sister: If you lose some of your mind, maybe then you can laugh.
If that doesn’t perfectly describe the paradox of human thinking then I don’t know what does.
3. Big thoughts from a little man- (Joe Chapuis).
I remember a night when my son (who is currently 13, and now in 7th grade) was still in kindergarten. I guess he was 6 years old. I was watching him as he was standing by the sink, brushing his teeth, getting ready for bed. He seemed to be somewhere else, lost in thought.
Then he paused for a moment, spit into the sink, looked up at me, and said something remarkable.
He said: ”Dad, how do we know we aren’t just a bunch of puppets, and somebody else isn’t pulling our strings?”
Dumbfounded, I remember sitting down on the toilet seat next to him, grasping for words, searching for an answer, and thinking to myself, “Wow, I’m screwed – he’s already smarter than me…”
4. Art is debatable at any age – (Emma-Francis Rutherford).
A few years ago when I was teaching a class of five and six year olds, a child came in and asked to do show and tell. He showed a wrapped candy. He told us that he had taken it from an art gallery, from an exhibit that was a pile of candies in a corner.
A few of the kids then blew my mind completely by having an intense debate about whether or not such a piece truly constituted art. It was unbelievable. I just sat back and marvelled at the amazing depth of their discussion.
A young fella said (and please bear in mind that he was five years old at the time):
“I keep wondering if it’s still art when all the candies have been taken and it’s back to being an empty corner.”
Some of the other comments I remember specifically are:
“It can’t be art because it’s not in a frame.”
“It’s art because it’s in an art gallery.” “But people are in an art gallery and they’re not art.” “Yes they are!”
“I think candy on the floor is littering.”
It was the most awe inspiring day of my teaching career so far.
5. Good eye kid. Good eye – (Anonymous).
My daughter when she was 20 months old:
My hubby and I locked our bedroom door for a quickie and came out.
Daughter: What were u doing inside?
Me: We were just getting changed.
Daughter: But you’re wearing the same t-shirt…
6. – She did it all for the chocolate – (Ben Goldenberg).
I was working at the museum of natural history, and a child on a tour did the smartest thing imaginable. She was on a school trip, with her religious school. The professor explained to them that the museum’s carbon dating machine could test how old something was by analyzing a sample.
This one girl raised her hand. She had mischief in her eyes.
“Sister Elizabeth?” she asked her teacher.
“Can they tell me how old this is?”
She yanked a copy of Harry Potter out of her knapsack and handed it to the professor. He shrugged and put it into the machine.
After some time, he removed it. “It appears that the paper is approximately one hundred and twenty years old.”
“Ah ha,” cried the youngster! “I knew the bible wasn’t written thousands of years ago!” She tore off the Harry Potter jacket and her school’s New Testament was revealed underneath.
“Child,” said the sister. “That is just one copy of the bible. It is not the original.”
“But you said that God is everywhere! If God is everywhere than that book should be as old as God!”
“It’s a metaphor. God is not literally in this book!”
The girl smiled wickedly. “Finally,” she replied, “we see eye to eye!”
Afterwards I saw the girl sitting on a bench by herself during lunch (her punishment). I said to her, “That wasn’t very smart – embarrassing your teacher. Now you’re all by myself.”
The girl smiled. “I bet three of my friends their deserts that I could make the sister loose her temper in front of the whole class.” She then pointed to a pile of empty candy wrappers in her lunch box.
7. Good answer, literally – (Betsy Megas).
I had a friend’s small child (perhaps 4-5 years old at the time) over, and he discovered my piano and banged on it a little.
“What’s that?” said an amused parent, who probably intended to introduce the word “piano,” if he didn’t already know it.
“Sound,” replied the child, and wandered off to explore the next curiosity. Nobody corrected him.
8. Future doctor – (Konrad Roeder).
This happened when my daughter was three. We had just visited my wife after she was recovering in the hospital from her C-section delivering my son. On the way out, there was an open door where two doctors were discussing an x-ray. My daughter ran into the room and got on top of a stool that was in between the two doctors.
She said, “I know what’s wrong with this patient.” The two doctors looked at each other quizzically and one said: “Yes, and what is your diagnosis?” I apologized. The other doctor said, “We’re not that much in a hurry, we would like to hear what she has to say.”
My daughter pointed at the x-ray and named off the bones she was able to see – femur, tibia, fibula, patella. And then she pointed at the top bone and said, “the man has a broken femur”, pointing at the fracture on the X-ray. The doctor said, “Perfect diagnosis. But we have one problem. The patient in this x-ray is not a man.” She responded, “how was I supposed to know?” The doctor explained briefly, “Women on average have shorter femurs than men. This femur is only 17 inches long.”
By this time, I was completely embarrassed by the interruption. The two doctors turned to me and asked if I had worked at the hospital. I told them no, I’m an engineer. “How does she know so much about the human anatomy?” I told them that I ran out of body parts to teach her when she was two, she learned all of the major bones and muscles. She absorbs everything like a sponge.
We parted ways after the two doctors said to each other, “get ready to pay for medical school, Dad.”