She paused mid-scene: an elaborately constructed tea set for toys, and announced “school is boring. I want to play with my unicorn and draw and go outside and on the swing.” My heart sank. My sweet little girl, the
My oldest is pining after a marble track he saw at a local toy store. It’s infinitely better than any marble track he already owns, which is a considerable amount after the last few years of Christmas and birthday gifts.
A new semester rolled around at our house: the start of the new school year and our co-op. You’re probably thinking “what!? School already?” Yup, for whatever strange reason, our school district started on the first week of August.
I should know by now not to be surprised at what comes out of my son’s mouth. After all, I’ve had 8 years to get used to this kid. Some days it’s a good surprise, some days I wonder
I cringed the moment the words came out of my mouth: “we’re not going to co-op to learn.” Oops. Mom fail. Still, it’s technically true. We go to co-op for all sorts of reasons, but a standard education isn’t