John David has the innate silliness of every six year old boy the world has ever known; that's just biology. At the same time, he isn't constrained to anyone's definition of what a six year old boy should be.
We let him watch TV, and he can pick something as silly as pre-schooler PBS cartoons and giggle his butt off because it's funny and silly. Or he might opt for a documentary about ancient Egypt, and afterwards ask us to reconcile historical mummies versus movie mummies. (It's good for the 'rents' intellectual stimulation, too!)
He reads anything and everything, including street signs as we drive down the road. (This is not unexpected in a child who was literally been read to every day of his life until he started reading on his own.) His biggest joy is a trip to the library or bookstore. He has a subscription to National Geographic Kids, but he reads our regular "grown-up" NatGeo with equal fervor (and he likes the big maps even more).
We recently bumped into one of my coworkers who hadn't seen JD since he was about 2. She was amazed at how he'd grown, had to ask all about his schooling and activities, etc. She said her little great-niece was 7, and couldn't read, "despite" (
) having been in school since K3. Mary picked a random box out of the cart and asked John David to read it: Lipton Tea "...is important because antioxidants help our body protect itself against free radicals -- molecules that can damage cells." ... "Mom, what are molecules?"
He didn't know what it meant, but by-golly he didn't stumble over a word he'd never seen before!
BTW, we weren't trying to show off. This friend had raised her own kids with a combination of home-schooling and private schooling, and was urging her family to do the same. We blocked the aisle for another 30 minutes while she went on and on about how she wished her grandkids and nieces and nephews had the same advantage.
We just signed JD up for theater camp at the local junior college. He's definitely got a flair for the dramatic. I sat here snickering while Mary was on the phone trying to explain what "grade" he was in. The secretary on the other end of the line just couldn't compute that age + grade != ability. Ability wasn't even a question, nor was age: just "What grade is he in?", as if government school made it all okay.
ramble. I'll shut up now.