We got a box of curricula in the mail today. After I got done with the anxiety attack and breathed into a paper bag for a while (half kidding on that one), I got on the phone with the academic adviser and we discussed exactly how the Goob was supposed to 'test out' of this stuff.
After that, the kid and I sat down at the kitchen table with the tests and we patiently started working through them. Some of it was a quiz sort of thing - "Find something tall. Find something short." Some of it was coloring, both to show fine motor skills, some of it to show she knows colors and right/left, that kind of thing. Some of the questions I had to answer were pretty weird - does she understand manners? Well, geez, she's FIVE. She doesn't spit on people, but she's sure as heck not Emily Post, either.
Anyway, things are in motion and it seems to be going all right.
Waaaay back, around the time the husbeast and I got married, I was reading an unauthorized history of the early years of the Disney animation studios. Supposedly, when the guys were impressed with someone's abilities, the phrase to use was "He can draw his ass". I mentioned this to the husbeast, and being a Navy dude who enjoyed a rude turn of phrase, it sort of stuck. Over the years I've heard a lot of variations, like "he can weld his ass" or "he can build his ass", or one year after Thanksgiving dinner, "you can cook your ass".
Today, 'testing' the Goober, well, I was struck, and could only think of one phrase.
My kid can color her ass.