I am
scratching my head at a dynamic that took place today in our house.

(Remember, I'm the only woman in a house of two boys, a manly man and a manly French Poodle.)
I spent most of the day working with Adam, my seven year old, on a report on Cardinals. The report is an assignment for Project Challenge, the "gifted" (gag!) program that recently started for him. That's necessary to explain because this was the first assignment he's ever had that was a s-t-r-e-t-c-h for him. He had to work
hard, and I was very proud of the way he worked on it. His father and I worry about him because, well, he has a habit of not applying much of himself to a lot of what he does, and I was thrilled to see him dig deep.
I was proudest of his sketch of the cardinal. The boy has my fine motor skills (read
none) and has never turned out a drawing that didn't look like a big blobby mess with a stick figure or two and a lot of smudgy erasing. I broke the task down for him, drawing from a painting by John Audubon...helped him see the basic shapes in the drawing, left him with a stack of paper, crossed my fingers, and left the room. He went through about 20 sheets of paper (I'm not kidding), and eventually turned out something that was
great. No, he's no artist, but it was 10,000 percent better than anything else he's ever done.

He worked at it!
Here's the thing I don't understand. He was beaming with pride, busting at the seams about the report. I gave Don the heads up that Adam couldn't wait to show him the report, and clued him into the things that Adam had worked hardest at, so Don would give praise on the right stuff and not gloss over it.
As soon as Don asked Adam to see the report,
Adam started pretending he didn't care at all about it! He got it, sort of shoved it at his father, and picked up a book to read. Dad praised the report appropriately, Adam shrugged his shoulders. Dad handed the report back to Adam, he carelessly tossed it on table, where it slid to the ground and Adam didn't make a move to pick it up.
He was embarrassed to care about it in front of his father!
Now, here's what makes me go

Don is the day to day homework parent. He's more involved with the kids' schooling than I am. You could not get a father who was more supportive, or encouraging. We have
never given the message that schooling or homework is women's work.
I said to Don, what is going on here? He's as clueless as I am.
Any ideas? Any feedback? Any perspective?
I thought we were doing everything right to make doing a good job on schoolwork
macho.
Help!
Andrea
parent to two boys...help me!