Listen, it's the bird show.

So I was telling these guys a couple of days ago that Stacy goes away for the weekend,

and I've got Hayden's homework there, and we do it together.

And then I find out on Monday that I butcher two assignments.

That's, we were supposed to identify some stuff outside the house, and he was supposed to write a sentence about it,

and I didn't read it correctly, so we identified some stuff inside the house and he was supposed to write a sentence about it and I didn't read it correctly

so he identified some stuff inside the house and the second thing was he was supposed to put a big

old poster together with all these family memories and I didn't even see that homework assignment

and he walked in a class on Monday and the teacher was all excited about it because it's he's

star student this week and the first thing you do is you show off your big family and your poster and he walks in there empty handed. Oops. So I hack it. And Beth must have been listening because she's in the same situation. Except it's her husband that is trying and trying and trying and he's getting her wrong, getting it wrong, getting it wrong. Hey, Beth, good morning.

Good morning, everyone.

Hi, how are you? Hi.

Yeah, I'm in a situation with my husband.

I'm not quite sure how to talk about it or address it with him.

My son is in eighth grade, and his teachers all break up their grades and quizzes

and tests and homework and projects.

And his homework grades are the lowest, by far significantly lower than the rest of his grade.

So it's clear that he's suffering there and that he figures things out

in class just fine. And I get home later than my husband, so my husband is the one. He

usually helps him with homework before dinner. And it's mostly basic, algebra, basic geometry. My husband is a landscape artist. He should

understand these things, but apparently he doesn't. Um, he's, I don't know, I guess my son has just

sort of begun to rely on him and, uh, he's screwing it up.

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