Mary West glanced down at her six-year-old son, who was currently pouting up at her in an attempt to sway her from her decision. “Wally,” she said in that “don’t judge a book by its cover” sort of way while setting up a three-column poster board on the workshop table in their garage, “it’s just the science fair, it’ll be fun.”
Wally scrunched up his nose and stared at the poster board with six-year-old disgust. “But I don’t like science. Science is boring. Science is for nerds.”
Mary laughed and ruffled Wally’s hair, which only made him scrunch his nose more. “Alright, your opinion has been taken into account”—Wally’s face brightened just a tiny bit, hoping maybe his mom loved him that much and wouldn’t make him do it after all—“but you’re still going to do it.” Back to pouting. “Just this once,” Mary qualified. “And if you absolutely hate it, then we’ll never make you do it ever again, deal?”
Wally frowned a little, but it sounded like a fair deal. “Okay, deal.” How hard could a stupid science project be, anyway?