When he was one, he was labeled a "handful."
When he was three, he was juggled back and forth between classrooms because no teacher wanted to deal with him.
When he was four, I was told that he was a "distraction to other students."
He taught his little sister how to write basic addition this afternoon.
He never lets his little brother go without a kiss goodnight.
He insists upon hugging his mom and dad goodbye every morning.
At eight years old, the boy, who I was told, most certainly would need to be medicated, excels.
Not only in academics but in heart.