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My name is Josh Wunderkind. I’m ten years old and up until a few days ago, nothing in my life had been super. But that all changed after a glob of neon green bird poop landed right smack on my face, splattering into my mouth, nose, and eyes.

It was so gross!

But it was so worth it!

Now I was just like my siblings and every other Wunderkind that had ever existed—super extraordinary!

And it happened just the way Grandpa Wunderkind said.

A couple of months ago, Grandpa Wunderkind shared a family secret with my older brother Jake, my twin sister Madison, and me about how every Wunderkind that had ever lived had been born with an extraordinary ability. He said that he was born with the ability to read a cows thoughts.

Is that awesome, or what?

He knew if they were hungry, thirsty, tired, and sick.

In fact, he said that when he got older, every cattle herder in a hundred mile radius of Oddville, Kentucky (that’s where he lived) called on him if something weird was going on with one of their cows. They even nicknamed him the Cow Whisperer.

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I was bummed after Grandpa Wunderkind shared his story because there was nothing extraordinary about me, except that I could eat pasta for every meal.

Guess he knew I was down because he put his hand on my shoulder and said, “Sometimes some things in life just need a little kick to get it going.”

I hadn’t a clue what he was talking about. So later that day, I asked Jake what Grandpa Wunderkind meant.

Jake’s the genius in the family. He knows things about things that I could care less knowing about, like how many teeth a shark has. It’s something like 35,000. I figured he’d know what Grandpa Wunderkind was talking about.

“Josh, it’s simple,” said Jake. “Your Wunderkind superhuman power must be in sleep mode. All we need to do is kick you a few times to wake it up.”

My eyes bugged out of my head as I saw Jake winding up to kick me.

“Wait!” I screamed, raising my hands in the air.

“Josh, do you want me to help you, or not?” asked Jake, winding up again.

“Yes. No. Ugh! I don’t want you to kick me.”

Jake put his leg down and said, “When you are ready to be extraordinary, let me know.”

Then he walked away.

I was so glad I didn’t have Jake kick me.

Now I was just like he and Madison—extraordinary, and I didn’t need to get whacked in the butt.

Like I said, Jake is unbelievably smart. He also has this really weird connection to marine life. It’s like he can read their thoughts.

Madison’s gift is pretty neat. She’s able to see and hear her guardian angel who she calls GA. At first I didn’t believe her, so Madison asked GA to flicker the hallway lights. Not even a second later the lights started making this sizzling sound and then they blew out.

It was so cool!

Madison said that her guardian angel was still learning how to manipulate energy and is always making light bulbs explode.

Guess guardian angels even have to practice a new skill.

I also have a baby sister named Isabella. She’s two years old. No one knows her extraordinary ability yet. When we asked her if she had one, she nodded yes. And when we asked her what it was, she squatted, clenched her fists tightly, squinted her eyes, and let out this odd moaning sound like she was trying to go to the bathroom.

I wondered if she even had an extraordinary ability or if she was like me and had to have something trigger it to get it working.

Guess someday we’ll know.

I’m just glad that I’m finally like every other Wunderkind—extraordinary! Although, I wish it didn’t happen the way it did.