End-of-Term

Tuesday is end-of-term for the boys. As always, end-of-term is preceded by three days of EXAMS. Even for Jason, three years old.

"Wait a minute!" I protested to Poo, "they can't give three days of exams to three-year-olds, can they? The babies can't read, or write, or sit still in their chairs!"

"That's what they do." shrugged Poo.

"Are they going to post the ranked results on the classroom door, like they do in Thun's class? So we know which of the three-year-olds is stupidest, and which is ranked 29th, too?"

"I don't think so," she laughed.

The rankings are barbaric, but I'm not too bothered because Thun always does well. When I see the rankings posted just ouside the classroom door, where every kid has to walk by them ten times a day, I feel for the kids (and their parents) at the bottom.

Poor Thun is sick with pink-eye, but he must go to school because the EXAM is so important that he cannot possibly miss it.

When the boys came home, I asked, "Thun, how was the test, easy?"

"Yeah, easy!" said Thun.

I continued, "Jason, how was the test, easy?"

"Yeah, easy!" said Jason.

I laughed so hard at a 3-year-old dismissing the EXAM that I asked again:

"Ooohhh, Jason, the test was easy, huh?"

"No, not easy." he declared.

Uh-oh. I hope it wasn't True/False.