Paul and I have had many homework battles over the past few years, including last night's epic replay of the end of 2nd grade. It was miserable. There were tears. And recriminations. And more tears.
So imagine my surprise when, on the way home, Paul asked if he could get right to his homework. (This has never ever ever ever happened.) And imagine my continued surprise when I went to check on him 20 minutes later, he was actually doing his homework.
I am flumoxed.
And just a little weirded out. This feels like checkmate.
-- Posted from the iPhone of Awesome