'i just can not tell you how tired i am , ' she said , lifting her eyes to heaven as if praying for an answer to her tiredness , 'of every single parent coming in here and telling me how their little timmy or stephanie or frederico ' - she said the name so scornfully even george knew she was talking about freddie gomez , the only other boy who 'd gone up to higher-grade reading groups with him and who smelled eye-wateringly of soap - 'is special and talented and god 's gift to third grade knowledge . '