Growing up, my Uncle lived with us to help pay the rent. Being that he is only six years older than me, he was more of an annoying older brother than "Uncle." He would often walk up and ask if I would like a "Hertz donut." Then he would proceed to punch, flick or generally inflict some sort of pain. I kept falling for it, because for the life of me, I had no idea what Hertz rental cars and donuts had to do with punching me. It took many a flick and several years for me to realize he was saying "Hurts, don’t it?"
All this to say that disappointment hurts, don’t it? Yes, we’re back to that topic. I still need a few more responses to "What do you do, as a parent when your child doesn’t make the team, or win first place, or any prize at all?" I just need one or two lines in the comment section or you can email me here. No guarantees, but you do have a shot at your tip being published in a magazine.
So respond today, or I’ll be forced to eat another Hertz donut.