“The boy I started tutoring in algebra a couple weeks ago,” I say, “his mom told me he got a C on his last test.”
“You’re fired,” my son says.
My wife stares at me in disbelief for a few seconds.
Finally she says, “That’s not your fault. You can only do so much in one hour a week.”
“Actually,” I say, “she thought that was great. It all depends on your expectations.”