And so, in the second grade we learn that it pays to be anal.
I only got put ahead in Math, which is such a joke for anyone that knows me. Anyway the second year afterwards I totally lost all interest in it because of the humourless anal Geometry teacher I had that year. I begged to be transferred. To this day I have trouble with dimensional and spatial thinking.
You tell Rhys that thinking and coloring outside the box are acceptable. Hopefully next year his teacher will have a personality.
My son has a common name spelled uncommonly, he was always embarrased growing up, but now he tells me that "chicks like it" and thanks me. Ha, go figure.