Our son singing, while doing math: “I hate math. I hate math. I hate maaaaaaaath. I don't know math well as a kid. When I’m an adult I’m going to be so good at math.” Me: "Do your math buddy.” Son does one math problem: “My body will change ya know, and my brain will tell me to do math when I’m an adult, just not while I’m a kid.” Son does another math problem: “What the heck?! I DO NOT have 11 fingers! How am I supposed to do this math?” Son sits down marker: “I hate math. Math is dumb, stupid and most of all...you know sometimes if my teacher gives me homework to do at home I crumple it up and throw it in the trash can because I hate math.” Me: “That may prevent you from moving on into the second grade so all the friends you’re making now will be in second grade without you, and you’ll have to make new first grade friends.” Son sits back not doing math: “I think Hannah pooped, want me to check her diaper for you?” I’m silent. Son begins doing his math again, and sings: “I...