K and I were just discussing a very difficult exam that she took today in her Honors Algebra II class. The poor child was distraught so much so that she was starting to look ill. Being the loving, attentive mother that I am, I of course tried to get to the bottom of it right away.
Me: Baby whats wrong??Are you ok?
K: I guess I’m fine
Me: You guess?! What is going on? Are you PMSing or something
K: Ew, mother. No I think its just my nerves.
Me: I’m sure it isn’t that bad. Tell me whats going on.
K: Its just that the math test today was REALLY hard. I think I REALLY messed up the last question.
Me ( Not too concerned as she has the highest grade in the class): Well, what happened.
K: I’m not sure. All I know is that everyone else said they got -8 as the answer….and somehow I got the square root of 15!.
K: Gee thanks. I feel a lot better now.
Me: Don’t worry baby. Maybe you’ll get extra points for creativity.