This is a repost from a message I sent to my yahoo group a few days ago…so if you hang out both places, you can feel free to skip today’s post… 🙂

It’s been an interesting day as far as rottens go.

My oldest calls me, dying of excitement, this afternoon. Why? Because she saw a test that Romeo, her little brother, had taken. A reading test-it’s a reading comprehension thing, not an A B C D type of test, but in numbers, so to speak, sort of like the SATs, ACTs, whatever, geared at determining a child’s reading comprehension.

Normal for his age is BR…as in beginning reader. If they are in the 100s, the teachers are happy. They’d like 200s by the end of the year.

His sister, bless her heart, was so thrilled for him-because he brought home a 616. Six times higher than they generally expect for his age.

Like…whoa… I’m still boggled. Knew the boy was smart, but man. And his sister, she was so proud of him, I’m proud of HER.

Then the bratlet and I were working on board breaking. Testing for taekwondo is coming up and this time, she has to break to pass. It’s more a confidence thing for her, because she CAN break, but she lets the board beat her and she gets frustrated.

Not tonight. Why? Well, not because she broke-I think these boards are lined with lead or something. They AREN’T breaking, and she was putting some seriously good kicks into it.

But I’m rambling. She kept focusing, kept concentrating, until a certain short baby bratlet made it impossible for ANYBODY to focus. Why? Because she picks up one of the spare boards, heads over to us-we stop, because we can’t do this with her close by. Baby bratlet proceeds to put the board on the floor and start kicking at it, going Aaaaaiiiii yah!

just like her big sis, the bratlet.

Yep. Interesting night.