I emptied Joey's backpack the other day and discovered a spelling test. He got a 95%. I told him he did a good job. He took a look at it and realized he got another one wrong, and the teacher didn't mark it. The word was "tiger" and he spelled, "tigger".
He asked me to put the test back in his folder, so he could tell the teacher he should get a 90%. I told him I was proud of him for making a good choice. His response, "Thanks, Mom. I'm really trying to improve my life."