On inheriting the recessive gene

Remember this post about banging our heads against the wall a.k.a. attempting to help Hadley with math? Well, it gets better as per this conversation I had with Jamie the next day.

Me: Hadley tried to convince me she’s over it.
Him: Over what?
Me: School. Third grade. She told me she doesn’t need to do homework. I asked her if she wanted to be a third grade dropout.
Him: What did she say?
Me: That third grade doesn’t really matter. It’s only high school and college that count.
Him: Oh.
Me: What?
Him: I was in third grade when I had the same conversation with my mom.
Me: WHAT?
Him: Yeah. I told her I knew everything I needed to know to get through life. Math, how to read, etc. Why should I bother with school anymore?
Me: SO THIS IS YOUR FAULT?
Jamie: Pretty much.

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