You know that you're parenting a gifted child when your 15yo is visibly enthusiastically enchanted to receive a hand-knitted... toy...


rat,

announces immediately (while fondly petting the toy) that the rat's name is


Fibonacci,

and says with delight that it will be the PERFECT thing for a dashboard "totem" for her first car. Oh, and can I make it a friend in a ruby-eyed-white phenotype, so that she can name that one 'Turing,' by any chance?

{blink-blink} Asynchronous development, thy name is {DD name.}



Schrödinger's cat walks into a bar. And doesn't.