I don’t like to brag, but my oldest son, Jedi, is a smart kid. There was even talk last year of sending him to a gifted school. He began reading at a young age, memorizing words he saw, and can now devour chapter books far above his grade level. He also knows an obscene amount about computers and can type faster than most adults 4 times his age. He’s full of questions, sometimes too many, and wants to know how everything works.
While his intelligence is still astounding, these are areas where I already knew he excelled. What I didn’t know was how well-versed he seems to have become in the notes of classical music. One of these days, he may grow up to be a prolific composer like Mozart in his own right.
And I owe this new discovery to a redolent development.
My brother came over for a visit not too long ago, which is always a big deal. For Jedi especially. My son enjoys spending time with his uncle, and gets very excited, thus loud and animated, when he’s here. One could say he’s bursting at the seams. As such, he was jumping around, running about, when he apparently let one loose by my brother’s side.
“Did you just fart?”, my brother asked in jest, because boys of any age pick up on this kind of thing.
“Yeah,” Jedi enthused jovially, “and it was a fart in G major”.
My son. Not to brag, but I can now add musical prodigy to his list of accomplishments.