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To: Rambi who wrote (53514)	7/18/2000 10:30:38 PM
From: E	Respond to of 71178

It is wonderful, isn't it? We never discussed it with his teacher, but she would have had to take her cue from the principal, who thought Jason was hilarious. I think I told the skunk story here. The principal laughed a lot at that one, too. This makes me remember Jason's first report card. He got all A's, except for in penmanship, in which he got a lower grade. We explained the grades, and that the different mark in pensmanship meant that he wasn't doing as well in that subject as in the others. He asked, in genuine puzzlement, why it was the children, and not the teachers, who were receiving the "grades." I explained that if he would look back on the class, he would realize that the teacher had explained the correct way to form the letters, but that he was probably following her instructions carelessly. He seemed to "get" it, and the next semester got an A in pensmanship. Jason was, throughout his growing up years, frequently surprised at the way things worked out in the real world. In particular, he was amazed at the draconian punishments meted out to his friends, and the mean way their parents spoke to them, and the fact that many of his friends (even the very fat little ones) were forced to clean their plates however much they hated the food on them. Jason was very annoyed that the only way we would allow cereals like Sugar Pops and Cocoa Puffs in the house was with the explicit understanding that they were a dessert, not a breakfast. But when he went to other children's houses, he would come home and report in horror news items like that a friend's baby brother was being given Hawaiian Punch instead of juice in his bottle. He was furious that we wouldn't get a television set (we relented when he was eleven), but was very disapproving at the many hours his friends younger siblings were permitted to sit in front of the tube. We were sure that this childhood, during which N would refer to Jason, because Jase was such a happy child, as "our blithe spirit," would lead to a smooth, unrebellious adolescence. We could hardly have been more wrong. He was a nightmare, and put us through parent hell.