The Progress Report

**My son is in kindergarten and he received his first progress report. OMG I can't believe what a big baby I am. Of course everything on it was superb, wonderful, genius, because he's my son. So I open the envelope because I had no idea what it was at first and as I started reading I go fumbling into the living room to tell him how great he is and how well he did on his progress report. I look up and he's looking at me like "and what else did you expect". I tell you I had a tear in my eye and now I'm in the same house as a six year old with a head the size of a small hot air balloon. I didn't help the situation much by telling him he deserved a little prize.