A couple days ago D2 was in her classroom and had done very poorly (as in extremely poorly) on a reading exam. The 2nd grade teacher stood before the class after handing out the corrected tests and cautioned, "Some of you did very bad on this test and your parents are going to be mad." D2's hand quickly shot up and when called upon, she boasted to the teacher and her peers, "My mom doesn't care about my grades at all. She won't be mad. She doesn't even care if I get an 'F'!"
So once again this week, I am having DH drive carpool as I am too embarassed to show my face at the school.