Work. Work. Work.
It’s not enough. Says Dad.
Go back.
And work harder. You slacker.
And when you’ll be proud of some achievement. Somehow:
I’ll tell it to your face : « What is it that you’re proud of? »
Work it all over again.
When will be the time, you’ll get away from my face…?
And when you’ll achieve proud and grace, he’ll say:

« You have your Mother’s Pride and Grace ».