The following is an actual conversation that G (my 7 year old) and I had after school yesterday when I found his less than stellar spelling test in his backpack:
Mom: "G, you flunked your spelling test. What happened?"
G: "I know, Mom, I couldn't help it."
Mom: "Really, why?"
G: "I just kept dreaming about donuts (he was deadpan serious and quite distraught about it)"
Can you really blame him?
Happy Leap Day! TGIF!