According to Mrs. Principled Curmudgeon and the Mini-Yin, I am a tiger dad. Instead of fighting the moniker, I have owned it. Not only do I demand excellent grades, but I also send the Mini-Yin to Mandarin immersion classes twice a week—including Saturdays. I’ve clearly earned my stripes.

When it comes to grades in our household, it’s understood that an Asian F is unacceptable. We also subscribe to the second definition of Asian F, which is an A-. Why would anyone accept anything below an A?