Dylan the Trickster

Yesterday after school he called me, as per the usual. Chatting about his day and then he says "oh, I have a test that you're supposed to look at tonight."

That sounds bad. Tests that parents have to look at usually mean you failed it. So I immediately got on him. He kept changing the subject and then hung up. I was prepared for the worst. When I picked him up I said "Okay, let me have it." He says "no, not until we get home."

So, of course first thing at home I said "Give it to me now, let's get this over with."

100% on a math test. The only kid in the class. He's such a trickster. He had me all riled up about a failed test when it was the opposite. I apologized for thinking the worst, but of course that was the point, right? He forgives me, I'm sure.