Exhausted, Younger sprawled on the floor, tossing his grammar homework at me, displaying distinct disinterest in the grammar book I attempted to hand him.
“You can just do it for me. Your poor boy is exhausted.”
“I could,” I responded, shoving the book beneath his nose and determinedly pointing towards the lists and explanations on different pages. “But then what would you have learned?”
“I would have learned how to get you to do my work for me.”
Instead, he had a different learning experience.
How to quickly duck a swinging textbook.
Some lessons are harder than others.