Oh the frustration.
Oh the suffering.
Oh the runny nose...!
Until his older sister went to see the boy's teacher and brought the report card home.
I laid the sealed envelope on the table and took my eleven year old son by the shoulders. I looked deep into his eyes and said, "If your report card shows a big thumbs up in math, what are you going to get?"
"And if your report card shows a big thumbs down in math, what are you going to get?"
He looked down at the floor and his eyes welled up with tears.
I held his chin in my hand and tilted his face up to mine.
"Boy, you've got a great attitude, happy pets and a tidy room. I've seen all your homework done and the tests you've proudly brought home to show us. You tried.
I don't need to open that report card; in my book you've more than earned that mouse."
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