I, like every single parent in the history of parenthood, think my son is a genius. He's a 2-year-old toddler how can count to 10, can say the alphabet, and can speak in complete sentences. So, yeah, I have my eyes set on Yale or Harvard and I have a feeling my son will be curing some disease in the next 50 years. That is, of course, until I live through the hilarious moments that prove your kid's not a genius. You know, the same moments that make me eat my words and force me to realize that while I tend to see the absolute best in my son, he's just a normal kid who can run into walls with the best of them.
Now, I'm not downplaying my son's untapped potential, nor am I assuming that he isn't capable of doing some extraordinary things. I have high hopes for my son, in that I hope he is happy and healthy and eventually has the opportunity to do whatever it is he ends up loving to do. However, I tend to go a little overboard with the whole, "My son is an absolute genius," statements, because chances are he's just a normal kid who is capable of hitting certain milestones a little early, while taking his time with others. I think myself (and most parents, included) need to a healthy dose of perspective every now and then, if only because we don't want to set unrealistic expectations for our children. I don't want my son to one day think I will only love him or respect him or be proud of him if he cures Zika or builds a multi-million dollar company or goes to space or does some other amazing thing I'm definitely not capable of doing.
So, yes, every now and then I'm faced with reality and forced to admit that my kid probably isn't a genius. At least the following situations provide me with some entertainment (and at least I don't have to worry about that Yale tuition money, because damn).