The five marked written subtests of Noah’s Foundation Skills Assessment test came back in the mail today. I was assuming I’d quietly tuck them away and not reveal the results unless he happened to remember to ask about them, something I figured was unlikely. He’s a real perfectionist and I figured he would be unhappy with whatever score he got. He’s never had his academic skills measured before, and I know he’s getting to an age where he’s starting to wonder whether he stacks up okay against school’s expectations, likely expecting evidence that he doesn’t.
But his scores were perfect across the board.
So I told him.
“Does this mean I’m awesome?” he asked gleefully.