"My Grades?–Well, you see, Uncle Leo...." Math's in his senior year. His parents away he has the house to himself, right? Why go to school when you can spend the day at the beach, right? Too old to need a baby sitter, right? Uncle Leo is a nice guy–for someone of his generation–but no one, repeat NO ONE, is going to tell Matt what he can and can't do, right? "So, Uncle Leo, you do what you want and I do what I want, get it? Uncle Leo, what are you doing? Put me down, Uncle Leo. This is crazy, Uncle Leo, stop this, No. Cut this out. Ow! Ouch! Oh! UNCLE LEO!"