He had a new excuse every day. Complaints and excuses were all I heard. If complaining was an Olympic event he’d have won gold.
So, one day I snapped. I gave him an earful and then I pushed him.
I'm glad for if I hadn't, he'd still be procrastinating and finding excuses. Instead, he's up on that stage ready to accept the book award.
If I hadn't pushed him, he'd never have finished it. I hope he remembers me in his acceptance speec