One Sentence Per Day. The Recommended Amount at the Prescribed Rate.
Just when I'm about to kill my son Alex (he had a note sent home from his teacher because he mooned some kids in the hallway . . . he thought it would be funny . . . and he's a had abad attitude and been fighting with his brother non-stop) he figures out the commutative property of addition, all on his own-- it's like he knows when he needs to do something really cute or clever to avoid being thrown into the wilderness.