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We are so inordinately proud of our little girl that it’s just short of unholy.

Last month, she participated in her school’s Reading Recital, in which she was one of just three pre-kindergartners selected, and yet was probably the most confident and articulate reader of the lot (with the possible exception of the little boy who read “Little Calf Finds his Mommy” with rather apocalyptic solemnity).

This month, we received her report card, in which, out of possible accomplishment ratings of “Not Yet”, “Somewhat”, and “Regularly”, she scored 69 “Regularlys”, 5 “Sometimeses”, and 0 “Not Yets”. This is in contrast to her score last trimester, which had 1 “Not Yet” and 10 “Sometimeses”, and even then was considered rather extraordinary in comparison to the expected result for her age group, which would be about 25 of each rating. Her teachers are telling us that she may be gifted.

What’s both startling and gratifying is that her giftedness does not appear to be a simple result of mere genetics, as she is doing quite well with mathematic skills, despite being the product of a father who cannot multiply by nine without working it out on his fingers, and a mother who cannot multiply by nine, period.

It seems she’s aptly named.