“He can’t talk, but I think he is a genius!” “Really? How so,” she asked, hesitantly. I could hear my voice quiver as my nerves drove speed into my words. I felt the need to compensate for each concern I had about my son’s development with something I felt I could brag about to the specialist. Yes, he couldn’t speak, but he knew the alphabet in order without use of the song. Yes, he obsessed about having things in pairs, but isn’t that a precursor to understanding the basics of multiplication? He is insightful—flapping and contorting his fingers, keeping a steel gaze on each one. He lines up all of his toys according to color and tone and then stares at them from the corner of his right eye for hours. He must be a future artist!