To call me a fool would be unwise
I’ve got a little brain above my eyes
I understand maths and its quirks
And I know how the universe works
But there’s someone I am aware
Who knows more than his fair share
He’s not a typical nerdy gun
He is but my genius son
On every topic he knows more
Things I’ve never even heard before
On plain things he gives a new view
Baffles his scientist mother too
Talks very little, keeps in his room
Shows no joy or any gloom
Every time I look at his face
A hundred thoughts I can easily trace
Does his chores, cares not for school
Thinks education makes one a fool
I would’ve argued but I fear
How stupid he would make me appear
So I let him fulfil his heart’s desire
As long as he doesn’t set the house on fire
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Our eldest lad was very similar. Gentle persuasion got him to university (his teachers thankfully thought he was clever and needed the freedom of university so gave excellent references). Now he has two degrees, is in a long term relationship and works as Council Officer. Phew!
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Ah, well that’s good to hear! Congrats! And I can tell that you would have had a lot of fond memories to look back on.
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Such a son would be challenging indeed!!
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Couldn’t agree more! 😁
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That is next generation 💖
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That is, indeed! 😁
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also if you think wondering about the world, nature, and science is foolishness, you will never like me…
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showing no joy or gloom can be a sign of depression.
if it would be me, I would discipline the child as far as it would be suitable for his physical, mental, psychological, and emotional well-being and his life path.
I would love to argue with such people, I don’t care if I will have lots of mistakes, it expands my mind, but not if they are unempathetic people.
no, 95% of my feelings toward you are definitely not motherly.
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