Oh Laura, that silly boy.
Of course, now we can all play "when I was a kid" and talk about when half the people we knew carried Swiss Army Knives.
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Oh Laura, that silly boy.
Of course, now we can all play "when I was a kid" and talk about when half the people we knew carried Swiss Army Knives.
I did home school him for a while and it was pretty easy since he does get stuff so quickly. The main reason he is in the public school system now is their gifted program. The gifted teachers are wonderful. Also, he does love his sports and could end up with a scholarship in basketball like his dad, which would rock.
The education stuff doesn't worry me about home schooling. I just worry that my daughter is six getting close to seven and has only one other kid that she plays with and that's pretty infrequent. I keep trying to talk her into soccer team, but she doesn't want to join a team even she talks about liking soccer. Parenting hard.
Are you sure your son isn't my son?
My son often does the homework AND THEN FORGETS TO TURN IT IN.
We must all have the same kid. Although in the case of mine you can substitute "forgets" for "doesn't bother" as often as not. Where he thinks that will get him, I have no idea.
This is when you just want to open the top of their heads and spoon in the common sense.
At least it's a spoon with some. Others, you need a ladle.
Ooh! My coworker just rode down in the elevator with Jesse Jackson!
TCBITW is nearly SEVEN?!?!?!?!?
How do these things happen ?
Well, Trudy, it starts with a man and a woman....
At least it's a spoon with some. Others, you need a ladle.
Mine? Firehose.
I missed your post erikaj, you deleted before I got caught up.
The whole lack of common sense thing sounds very frustrating. I hope the common sense fairy makes some visits.
Are you sure your son isn't my son?
I know! It would be so easy for them to just do the damn work and hand it in. But it gets lost. He doesn't put his name on it. It's never ending and next year the teachers get less tolerant.
By the numbers he shouldn't even be passed on to high school, but all that seems to matter are the testing scores and of course he nails those. Grrr.
I did just eat a huge bowl of tomato soup with oyster crackers. Yum. Comfort food.