Last night, Boy Child's homework consisted of numerous groups of sentences, each labeled with a letter. The Boy had to select the correct sentence and then write the letter next to it to make yet another sentence.
a The homeworks is stupid.
e Them homeworks is stupid.
l Our homework are stupid.
b The homework is stupid.
So he would pick "b". Because the Boy Child? Are not stupid.
Anyhoodle, the final sentence:
"Grin and bear it"
(There was a bear on the page. That's probably important)
Boy Child looked confused.
"What does that mean...grin and bear it?" he asked.
"Oh, you know," I said, "Like, smile even though you think it's bad or wrong or dumb or whatever."
His entire face lit up with recognition.
"Yes! Yes! Grizzly bears do that all the time!"
"No," I said. "This isn't really about bears son-"
"Sure it is! Grin and BEAR it! Get it? And those grizzly bears...or maybe it's black bears? Black bears, mom, they are smiling ALL the time!"
"Really son? REALLY?"
He nodded, wisely and asked:
"Wouldn't you smile if you got to rip people up for a living?"