In their professional opinion....

Tink had her preschool screening this week.
Here is the verdict.



Well, she is super cute and nearly gifted.
Duh, we know that.
Maybe they did not say 'gifted' but it was implied.

Here are her positives:
She is super cute. (I wanted to open with her strongest asset.)
She knew all her colors and numbers.
Her hearing was perfect. Which means, when you repeatedly try to say hello to Tink and she refuses to respond....she CAN hear you, she is just ignoring you. I know that must hurt, the truth usually does.
Eyesight perfect.
Hand eye coordination and playing skills, fine.
Her vocabulary is extensive and above average. (Us and every single person in Wal-Mart, already know that.)

Needs improvement category:

Problem: She would interact with the other children, but didn't side-arm hug or high-five them.
Their assessment: She was the only girl, in a group of boys. They assumed she was not comfortable, talking to the boys.
My assessment: She is a snot.

Problem: Her vocabulary is extensive but she could emphasize her T's and S's.
Their assessment: Not a problem, until the age 5.
My assessment: Who cares? Tink talk makes my blog cuter.

Problem: Even though, she very obviously knew the difference between brown and black she continued to call brown, black...every time.
Their assessment: Why does she keep calling it black, when she knows it is brown?
My assessment: She always does that. We don't know why. She will look you dead in the eye and lie about that color. Some call it Moxy, some call it Spunk and some call it being Tink.

Problem: She sat on the floor too often and had trouble riding the trike.
Their assessment: Buy her a bike, strengthen her legs.
My assessment:
First: That rickets joke, seems much less funny now.
Second: Her mother teaches yoga, we like to sit on the floor, judgemental bleepers.
Third: Maybe if EVERY single person in Tink's life wasn't ALWAYS carrying her around like she is 10 months old...her legs would get stronger! Coco is going to walk, before that girl.
Fourth: Maybe if she had normal size legs and could actually reach the peddles on a trike!
Last: Maybe, if FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING GOOD AND HOLY, it would stop snowing...we would buy her a trike. Until that day, Tink and I are under a blanket, on the couch.

Conclusion: She passed. She is wonderful. And she is already showing defiant signs of being Tink, for the rest of her life.