Last episode he was sick at home and wondering if he'd rocked his report card hard enough to deserve a pet mouse. The 11 year old boy languished.
Oh the frustration.
Oh the suffering.
Oh the runny nose...!
Until the 14 year old sister went to see his teacher and brought the report card home.
I laid the sealed envelope on the table and took my eleven year old son by the shoulder. I looked deep into his eyes and said, "If your report card shows a big thumbs up in math, what are you gonna get?"
"And if your report card shows a big thumbs down in math, what are you gonna 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."
Meet the mighty
Let's give the boy a big hi-five!