Drama

Report cards came home yesterday. Caitlin wanted to look at it first so she pulled it out on the way home and I heard a gasp from the back seat. "Mom, I got a B in Social Studies!"

"A B is still a pretty good grade." I replied calmly.

"I've never had a B before!" Caitlin shrieked.

"Now I won't get all A's for the year!" she wailed.

And cried all. the. way. home.

Oh the drama.

When we got home she refused to get out of the car and sat in there having a pity party for a while. I quietly went about my business unloading the groceries.

She came inside and went straight to her room and slammed the door.

Have I mentioned that she's a little bit of an over-achiever?

Eventually she marched into the kitchen where I was peacefully preparing dinner and declared "I am NOT going to be a teacher now!"

Hmmm...how to respond? "Why not, dear?"

Angry glare.

"Just because you got one B?"

Angrier glare followed by the following statement: "Now I'll just have to be a veterinarian!"

Allrighty, then.