I picked up Henry from his classroom this morning, and in the midst of a casual conversation among H, Ms. Shannon, Ms. Susan, and myself, Ms Susan said, "I've been teaching school for a lot of years, and I taught a lot of kids, but I never, ever taught one like Henry Hughes."
I laughed, a little nervously, but then she described a scene where she was discussing with another child and her parents about their upcoming family vacation for which they would use an airplane to get to their destination. Since their class just wrapped up a unit on airplanes and airports, complete with a mock security checkpoint and xray machine, Ms. Susan was exclaiming about how this particular child would get to see the real things at the airport.
Henry, overhearing the conversation, said, "They don't have those things at a real airport."
The back and forth'ing ensued.
And, as Ms. Susan said, Henry more or less won. "It's almost like he comes somewhat close to convincing me even though I know that he has no idea what he's talking about."
Ms. Kelly, the new teacher, remarked some weeks ago that she thought Henry would grow up to be a lawyer. She had no idea that Cory is one.
Ms. Susan says that, in the midst of his arguments that some of her lessons don't make sense, she has visions of him arguing in front of the Supreme Court one day.
For now, though, we just manage his daily insistings... his miniature omniscience. It can be tough, but we know that it will serve him well. And, sometimes, it's just too hard to correct him. Or too funny. I love that he calls the lab teachers "loud teachers" and insists that it's so. Loud teachers is way better.
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