She said, "mom I am worried."
I replied, "About what?" even though I was sure I knew what. "Mom, I don't want to take the test."
"I know honey, but just remember to do your best."
"Mom, if I get a zero on the test will you still be proud of me?"
"Emma, if you do your best and get a zero I will still be proud of you. But, Emma you are very bright and you will do fine." I tried to comfort her.
Wringing her hands she looks down and says in a guilt ridden voice. "Mom, I have a confession to make."
"okay, what is it?" I ask trying to keep it light.
"Mom, sometimes in school, I don't listen to Ms. De La Cruz. I mean I am sitting in class and I am quiet. But, school is so boring and I was born knowing all this stuff that she is trying to teach us and I just can't listen to her one more minute." At this point she starts crying, but she continues. "Sometimes, I pretend I am doing my work and I draw on my desk or I play with my hands. I mean, I don't interrupt but I just keep thinking,'when is she going to stop.' So, I know I am going to do just terrible on this test!" Then she throws herself into my sniffing and sobbing and says "Can you forgive me?"
OH MY. Boys are so much easier.