It had been the Mighty Ducksâ first day in school and already Jake had been called into a parent-teacher conference. Actually, it had been Jake who had called the conference but only because he was trying to anticipate one being called. His five kids hadnât experienced school like this before. Now he was expecting them to comply to a structure utterly alien to them. Of course there was going to be teething problems; teething problems that involved the kids eating and rolling in dirt. In the words of the ever-wise Charlie Brown, good grief!
âListen,â he said to Rebekah, the poor woman who had tried to teach his feral children a thing or two earlier that day, âI know, I know they arenât exactly well-behaved. But theyâre trying their best and their Dad, me, doesnât know what heâs doing when it comes to raising them to be fully functioning human beings. Because I never was a fully functioning human being myself.â He let out a long sigh. âI mean, thatâs why we came here. You guys are trying to teach kids and these kids need all the help they can get.â He paused, rubbed his rough stubble with his hand for a moment. âTheyâre smart, super smart, way smarter than me. Theyâll pick things up real quick. They just might be a little rough around the edges for a while.â
