Star pilot

My four-year-old brother Kevin wanted to become a pilot. But one dark night he watched a plane (MOVE) across a clear sky.
As it disappeared, he heaved a relieved sigh and said, “Whew! I’m not going to be a pilot!” (SURPRISE), Mom asked, “Why not?
“Do you realize,” Kevin replied wisely, “how hard it would be to steer around all (THAT) stars?”

Does the plan work?

Brad was a student in my after-school tutoring session. He was working (LITTLE) than diligently.
“Brad,” I said, “I talked to your mom, and she wants you to stay for the full hour, so you may as well get something done.” “She wants you to keep me every day for an hour?” he complained. “She wants you to learn it’s (EASY) to work during regular class hours than to give up after-school time.” Brad seemed to agree.
“So,” I continued, “why not get your work done now so you can bring your marks up and get your mom off your back?” “No!” he replied in horror. “If I (GET) good marks now, she'll think this plan is working, and she'll keep me in here until June!”