Frankie: Okay. Well, see, Brick got a D on his math test.
Ms. Rinsky: Sometimes kids get D's... But not your son. Oh, no. He has to be perfect at every single thing he does, right, Mommy?
Frankie: [laughs] I... You know, Ms. Rinsky, you're very funny. Brick never mentioned how funny you are.
Ms. Rinsky: Are you helping him with his homework?
Frankie: Oh, no. He does it all himself.
Ms. Rinsky: He's getting a D. Maybe you should help him.
Frankie: Oh, no. We do. We do. We totally do. It's just that we can't help him, 'cause we don't really understand it ourselves.
Ms. Rinsky: Okay, I'll tell you what I'm gonna do. I'm going to set aside some extra time. An evening next week... to teach parents a math class.
Frankie: Oh! That would be so... Wait. What? A class for parents?
Ms. Rinsky: Is there a problem?
Frankie: No. That just sounds like a lot of work... For you.