Jack: Ohhhh, today was awful!
me: Oh no! Why?
Jack: I had my most very worst subject of all times.
me: …which is…?
Jack: It’s like you don’t even know your own son.
Jack: It’s art class!
me: But you just told me how much fun you had finishing your…what was it called…spiral graphic thingy?
Jack: You don’t even listen.
me: I listened! It’s just that you give a lot of good detail, and um, it’s hard to remember it all.
Jack: Well it IS the worst class.
me: I loved art class. It was my favorite.
Jack: But that was in the olden days…
me: Nice. So what’s so bad about it? You don’t have to do math, or read, or spell…you get to make beautiful art!
Jack: I hate it because my teacher won’t let me leave the classroom with my tongue shoved down in my bottom teeth like this. (he makes a horrible monkey face and sort of groans…)
me: OH come on, do you really leave the class looking like that AND making that noise? Sheesh.
Jack: Of course I don’t because she makes me go back in and come out AGAIN with a normal face. And that’s why I hate it.
me: Can’t argue with logic.