The S-word doesn’t go over well in the Sherrill household this time of year. You know the S-word I’m referring to, the one that makes kids get up early, put down their video games and scooters and worst of all – do homework.The mere mention of the S-word in front of my son Henry, a fifth-grader, would get you a sharp look and an admonishment that such words should not be spoken aloud. Repeat it and his hands would go over the ears, accompanied by loud humming to drown out your voice.