“Chazzie’s teacher called,” Beryl said. “They’re wanting to test him again.”
“Because he’s so smart but his grades don’t reflect it.”
“That’s so ridiculous,” I said. Sometimes I wish I hadn’t gotten into this program with Charlie. I know I felt I needed the prenatal care, but what if I actually didn’t need it? Now, the program administrators feel like they’ve got a right to our lives.
I’ve had good luck holding off the testing so far, but I realize that when Charlie moves up to secondary school, we’ll probably have to accept the full range of intelligence and physical fitness tests. Part of life. I guess, if we’re not completely cut off from the rest of society, there will be parts of it that we need to comply with, even if we don’t agree with it.
Paolo dropped by just about the time we were expecting Charlie to get home from school. While I fixed snack, he and Berry sat in the kitchen and talked.
“The administration of the test of the intelligence is the awesome idea!” Paolo said. “O menino, he is the genius. This I know. It is from the mother of him. Mae, she is the genius, and so the son of her will be the genius, too. This is the biology.”
I shuddered a little. Labels. Charlie is a boy. That’s plenty.
Paolo looked out the window at 3:15.
“Ah! The boy genius is at the home!” he said, and he went outside to greet his son.
I watched him encourage Charlie. Sometimes, Charlie gets this look like he doesn’t really agree with what you’re saying, but he wants to be nice and go along with it. That’s how he looked then.
Then I could see that he was raising objections with his dad. He doesn’t do that often, only when he feels he has a definite point to make. I wondered what they were talking about.
Paolo left when Charlie pulled out his homework.
“How was school, Spud?” I asked when I saw that Charlie had finished his schoolwork.
“It was great, Mae!” he said. “We’re learning about angles and stuff in math. I like it because I know how to kick better in futebol and where to stand when I’m goalie.”
We went swimming before supper, while Berry cooked up spaghetti.
Charlie and I raced. I won when we swam backstroke or freestyle, but he actually beat me when we swam breaststroke. He’s very fast, and he’s got a great kick. I guess having an athlete for a dad has given him physical strength, agility, and fast motor connections. I hope he keeps up with sports as he gets older.
“Did you learn anything today?” Berry asked him over supper.
“Sure,” he said. “Did you?”
Beryl thought for a moment. “I did,” she said. “I learned that when we’ve discovered characteristics that we love in one person, we will often look for those same characteristics in others.”
Charlie thought for a moment. “You mean the way I try to find how other kids are artists like you?” he asked.
“Just so,” she replied.