I have one little boy that we refer to as the smart one. All of my boys are smart, but Camden seems to be beyond. Since he could talk he wanted to be a veterinarian and now that he is older has narrowed down his specialty to discovering new species of animals around the world. He's not the cuddle the cat or dog kid, but the how does the cat/dog walk with it's legs this way. He's smart. I didn't understand the 'Why kid' until I got one, you know the one who asks continuous questions all the time and you just want to shout "give me 5 minutes of silence". That's Cam. Unfortunately smart doesn't mean perfect.
When I say too smart Cam is my trouble kid. Normally you would think a smart kid would be buried in a book, which he does do a lot, but he's also the kid that stole from Walmart and Block Buster because he wanted it and no one caught him. He's the one who makes fun of his little brothers grey tooth, even though he's the one who hit him in the mouth and gave him the grey tooth. This weekend Cam decided that he didn't want to walk the 5 feet to the bathroom, which is right next to his room, to go, but instead just peed on his carpet! He weighs the consequences for his actions and then calculates the risk. He is the hardest child I have. Sometimes I refer to Cam as "devil child", but what I really mean is the little boy that pushes all my buttons and constantly questions and tests me. Cam used to lie, but after one too many bouts with soap in his mouth he learned it wasn't worth it. I worry about what the future will bring for my smart boy. I try to keep him occupied, but preschool is not enough for him and unfortunately he's not old enough for Kindergarten. For me it's a constant struggle to teach him the social taboos, mores and morals of our society and I am beginning to realize that of all my boys he needs them the most, because I think that smart kids forget the boundaries to get to their goals and it's up to the parents to keep reminding them that their actions have reactions.
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