Different solutions for the problems

Jill Y and I are very different people. She’s very analytical, has an aptitude for science and in her own head, is always right. I‘m not the brightest of mockers, have an aptitude for rubbing people up the wrong way and don’t even know what ‘analytical’ means. When little Dill Y was littler he cried over every little thing but I found a way to make him stop:





Because of this success Jill Y left it up to me to come up with a way to improve his grades. Again, I put on my thinking hat and came up with the following:



To be continued when he stops crying.