The Story of "Cram School War, Outbreak!?"

I received a message from my son's cram school saying that his make-up class had been moved to Monday.

"Since your make-up class is on Monday, don't forget about it."

I told my son verbally.

"Tell me again when the time comes~"
"Hmm... well, write it on the calendar. Make it stand out, use red or orange."
"Okay!"

"Hmm... how do you write 'juku' (cram school)?"
"Hiragana is fine."

After looking it up on his smartphone, my son headed toward the calendar.

"Wait... isn't this really good?"

Since he was praising himself,

"Oh."

I just made a sound. I was eating the bacon pepper macaroni salad that Kacchan had bought, so it was a bit of a hassle to stand up.

Then.

"Eh... Kacchan wants to write it too!"

Kacchan also headed toward the calendar and

"Wait! This is super good!"

he said, praising himself again.

I had no choice but to stand up. Even if it meant abandoning the bacon pepper macaroni salad I was eating.
"Let's see..."

I see...
Next to where my son wrote
"Cram School"
for Monday.

"Cram School"
he wrote it. In the Tuesday column.

"Wait... why are you writing it in the Tuesday column? Oh well."

I snatched the red pen from Kacchan and

I wrote "Cram School" in the Wednesday column.

By now, the calendar's scheduling function has been abandoned.

"Look! Mine is the best!"

Coincidentally, the results of the practice I did with a brush pen the other day on a whim have appeared.

However.

"What! XX's is the best!"
"No way... no matter how you look at it, it's Kacchan's."
"Eh... you're kidding. I can't believe you don't see how good Tsukune's is!"

The Hara family members, refusing to budge.

I'll be doing Stand.fm tonight too.