"Hey, Noah, how was school today?"
"What was something good that happened today?"
(Background info: This was strange. Music class did not go well for him last year because the teacher had formed a strong, non-positive opinion of either him or his class. I know it is partly because I was a music teacher, but I think her programs are less than impressive and Noah gets far more music education in my choir at church. He got in trouble constantly, along with three other boys, for pretty much goofing around in music class every week. When I tried to communicate with the teacher so that we could get Noah's behavior better in her class, she continually blew me off, and then gave him low marks on his report cards. I hadn't had high hopes for music class this year, even though Noah is having a great year so far.)
"Yeah, Mom, I told Mrs. W that I can harmonize (which he REALLY can) and she told the rest of the class what that means."
Nothing warms my heart more than when Noah feels good about himself. It shows how far we have come.