We both looked at each other. He spoke first, “it’s a good thing he’s not in public school.” I nodded, relieved that we had gotten to the point that public school wasn’t even an option anymore. “He couldn’t handle
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