I told Amy it was time to do her homework and began searching for the “chunky” pencil that I had stashed away for this occasion. “Homework?!? Why do I always have to do homework? Homework is sooo boring!” After much drama that included holding her head in her hands, moaning and flailing arms (hers, not mine), she finally did her homework. She wrote her name, all three letters of it, three times. My expectations for a fun year of Kindergarten next year just dropped two notches lower.