My kids are smart. They have a genetic predisposition. I was smart. Their dad was smart. We had high GPAs. We graduated college with suma-cum-somethings. We were a parent's dream. Until Henry graduated, couldn't get a job and had to borrow money from his parents.
Once a parent drops The Genius Bomb, teachers and administrators have two choices. They can keep trying to assure the parent that they are indeed equipped to handle even the most maladjusted little prodigy, or not.