Relay-Version: version B 2.10 5/3/83; site utzoo.UUCP Posting-Version: version B 2.10.1 6/24/83; site dartvax.UUCP Path: utzoo!watmath!clyde!burl!mgnetp!ihnp4!zehntel!dual!amd!decwrl!decvax!dartvax!karl From: karl@dartvax.UUCP (S. Delage.) Newsgroups: net.jokes Subject: What to do with your kids. Message-ID: <2278@dartvax.UUCP> Date: Wed, 8-Aug-84 07:25:54 EDT Article-I.D.: dartvax.2278 Posted: Wed Aug 8 07:25:54 1984 Date-Received: Sun, 12-Aug-84 02:29:59 EDT Organization: Dartmouth College Lines: 53 Two can play at this game...Here's a poem from this month's ChiMe (The Chicago Mensa magazine): THE CARE AND FEEDING OF A GIFTED CHILD by Betty LiBrizzi I did some heavy research so as to be prepared for "Mommy, why is the sky blue?" HE asked me about black holes in space. (There's a hole *where*?) I boned up to be ready for, "Why is the grass green?" HE wanted to discuss nature's food chains. (Well, let's see, there's ShopRite, Pathmark . . .) I had a really cutesy answer for, "Where do babies come from?" HE wondered about the possibility of cloning higher life forms. (Clone? CLONE? Like Clarabelle?) I thought we could at least share some children's games, so I bought some clay. HE depicted a Triceratops in its prehistoric habitat. (I am *so* finished; it's a snake.) I tried to introduce him to boyish wonder, like a frog. HE dissected it to study its reproductive organs. (Ooh, frog yuckies!) I took him out one night to enjoy the beauty of a summer sky. HE puzzed over the effects on the human organism when exposed to high speed travel over extended periods of time. (Waddya mean it's not green cheese.) I talked about Winnie-the-Pooh. HE talked about the Ursidae family of the order Carnivora. (Huh?) I talked about Choo-Choo trains. HE talked internal combustion engines. (The INTERNAL COMBUSTION ENGINE said, "I think I can, I think I can.") I was delighted with the video game craze, thinking we could compete as equals. HE described the complexities of the microchips required to create the graphics. Then puberty struck. Ah, adolescence. HE said, "Mom, I just don't understand women." (Gotcha!) from IMPRINT, Ken Feduniewicz, Editor; via MENCINNATIAN, Kathy Massey, Ed.; as seen in BEAM, edited by Barbara Merry.