Sophie does not like to be told she’s wrong. As the end of the school year approaches, Sophie is sick of homework.

So sick of it, in fact, that if we try to explain to her why her math is wrong , she starts to lose her cool. Seriously – as in she stops breathing and turns red in the face – loses her cool.

Tonight’s episode involved fractions. A rectangle was divided into 10 equal parts. Sophie needed to label each part as a fraction – i.e. 1/10. And then color 2/10 of the rectangle. She did the latter, no problem there. But she mislabeled each part – in her mind they were worth 2/10 apiece.

She just didn’t get it. She’s 6 and she’s tired and sick of homework. And she didn’t like her papa telling her she had it wrong. Didn’t like it at all.

She ripped her homework in anger. The only way I could persuade her to fix it was to tell her that I was so sure the correct answer was 1/10 that I’d give her a dollar if it turned out I was wrong.

She finally smiled then, convinced, as know-it-all 6 year olds are wont to do, that she was right. Despite all rational evidence to the contrary, Sophie truly believes, in her heart of hearts, that she’ll be one dollar richer tomorrow. Poor thing.