It's official. We're all screwed.

Today I had to meet with the school psychologist and the gifted education teacher to go over the results of the gifted program eligibility tests Ben took a few weeks ago. They already told me in a brief phone call last week that he had qualified for the program, but because the gifted programs in Tennessee are considered special education, I had to go in for an individual education plan meeting.

The testing in Tennessee is far more rigorous than it was in Georgia and Maryland, and included an IQ test.

We sat down at the table and the school psychologist leaned toward me and said, "Mrs. Douglass, Ben's IQ is higher than any I have ever seen in my 20 years as a school psychologist. In fact, I tested him twice because I didn't think it could possibly be accurate. His IQ is 185. Genius level starts at 140. Albert Einstein had an IQ of around 160."

Had this been about Liam or Amelia or pretty much any other kid I know, I would have been really impressed. I would have written a post to brag about it.

Internets, I'm not here to brag. I'm here to warn you.

This is the kid who created a religious holiday to get out of a month of homework. This is the kid who saved his allowance to buy a decoy agenda at the school store so I wouldn't know what his real assignments were. This is the kid who entered a quilt that his semi-professional seamstress grandmother sewed as his own work into the fair. And won. And was more sorry that he had to give back the $80 prize than for the fact that he stole first place from some poor kid who actually put forth some effort. This is the kid who has already drawn up a constitution for the government he is already planning to take over.

Hitler's IQ was only 141.

We're officially screwed.

(*Sigh* People, really? Do I need this addendum? 1. No, I don't think Ben is destined to commit genocide. 2. Often, when I ask Ben what he's doing, he says, "Working on my plan for world domination." 3. It was Ben's idea to add the Hitler mustache to his picture. 4. Ben being an evil genius is a family joke that Ben started himself. He likes that we call him that. It's like when Will calls me crackhead. It's a term of endearment. Amelia likes me to call her monkeybutt when I wake her up in the morning. We're weird. What can I tell you?)