“I hear seventh grade is the hardest”, B says at dinner.
“Really?” I ask. “It hasn’t seemed like you thought it was hard so far. In what ways is it supposed to be hard?”
“Homework, tests, assignments – kinda everything.”
“Hmm”, I say. “Do you agree?”
“Oh yeah! It just got hard. In fact..” (pregnant pause) “…I got a so-so score on a math test.”
From there, I discovered that it was actually a bit lower than so-so, and that he is re-taking it tomorrow. He did a lot of studying tonight, and when it was time for the chalice, he said he was too tired to think of something for which to be thankful, to which I said it doesn’t work that way. So, he said he was thankful for sleep (see how he did that?) and I said I was thankful for his help painting earlier in the day, before the discovery of the additional studying that needed to be done. He said “Wha? Oh yeah. Sure!”
I guess it was better than schoolwork!