“Mommy, I tied my shoe all by myself!” said six-year-old Ian.
“You’re a year behind,” she replied.
“Mom! I got an A on that exam,” said sixteen-year-old Ian.
“Your brother had a perfect score.”
“Mom, I passed the bar exam.”
“But you failed two times prior.”
“Mom! I won the presidential nomination,” said Ian, knowing she’d finally approve.
“Well, didn’t the other candidate have that scandal?”
When Ian became president, he lifted his phone to call his mother, then decided against it;
he finally wanted to have a win.
