Georgina’s son was a genius.
“My son is a genius,” Georgina said.
“I can’t believe how clever your son is,” said Isabella.
“I’ve never taught anyone of this quality before,” said Gertrude.
“He’s a walking-talking brain,” declared Herman.
“Does he get his quickness from his mother or his father?” asked Natali.
“He devours knowledge like a dinosaur devoured whatever it was they devoured,” said Angelo.
On and on went the rave statements about what a genius Georgina’s son was. And it was true. He was indeed the most boring person anyone had ever met.