The Geek Gene

Okay, let's see a show of hands. How many of you that read this blog were total dorks in school?

My hand would be raised if I weren't typing.

When I was in school, I so badly wanted to be one of the cool people. But I never was. The cool people never tried to be cool. They just were. They had a certain je ne sais quoi that couldn't be emulated.

So when I had children, I wondered if they would be "cool" in school. It's not that having cool kids was extremely important to me. I only hoped they wouldn't be the ones in school everybody picked on.

"J" has turned out to be one of those kids with a small circle of close friends. And she picked really nice friends. But she's not cool.

With "A" it was too soon to tell until recently.

Then she started telling me about the toilet paper at school and how scratchy it is. That didn't label her as a dork.

But the next day, when she asked if she could put some of our soft toilet paper in her backpack to take to school, the truth became glaringly obvious.

Yep, she's a dork. I think dork parents give birth to dork kids. It's just the way it is.

If you want your kids to be cool, then hope that you were cool in school or they are doomed.
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SJ's pre-school teacher had a story to tell me the other day.

He wanted to swing at school and he was waiting his turn patiently.

A little boy who hates to share was hogging the swing. SJ kept saying, "My turn now."

The kid kept swinging.

Finally SJ walked up behind the swing and grabbed it and said, "Get off the damn swing!"

My son is using adjectives appropriately. Hooray!

Another thing he did, fortunately not at school, was to wait until we were mid diaper change and then start dancing around saying, "I'm shaking my weinie."

Go SJ, it's your birthday. Hee hee.