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Sunday, January 8, 2012

Out of the Mouths of Babes

I came across a blog and this particular blog post tickled my funny bone!   (Upon further investigation, I learned that I know the blogger’s wife.  She is one of my couponing mentors.  Small world, huh?)
I have a soft spot, in my heart, for homeschooling parents
, especially those embarking on this adventure.  I still homeschool my two younger children and the oldest graduated nearly two years ago.  All three are now teens. 
Thanks, Don't Make Me Count To 3!  You made my day (except for the part of spewing the coffee on my keyboard, but don’t worry about that.  Maybe your wife can provide me with a coupon for a new one-LOL!). 
To my readers:  Please click on the title of Eric’s post (below) and leave him a comment of encouragement.  He deserves it!
2012 Bitch
That’s right! In case you didn’t know.
Last Thursday we had our park day with one of the homeschool groups we belong too. This is a good group because it is small, and for the most part all girls my girls’ age.
One of the moms there, Andrea, bought a neat lesson course. It’s philosophy for young elementary aged kids. She wanted to give it a try in a small group and since we met once a week for the park day anyway, it was worth a shot.
We met up at the top of the hill, very scenic, in a large wooden gazebo. The weather was perfect. The ladies and I sat quietly after gathering the children onto a red blanket. Of course the kids are used to running around and generally going nuts on park day, so a took a while to settle them down.
When they finally stopped jumping around like electrons Andrea started the lesson.
Andrea: “Ok. Did your mom or dad tell you what we are doing today?”
Zoey: “No.”
Me: “Yes I did!”
Andrea: “Well, we’re going to read a short story and then talk about it. Is that ok?”
Zoey: “2012 bitch!”
And she said it like she had just dunked over Shaquille O’Neal. Of course all eyes are on me.
My first instinct was to pretend she wasn’t my kid. My second was to shrug and say, “Well… it is.” Instead I said, “I have no idea…”
But one of the other moms came to my rescue. She pointed out it was written in heavy black marker all over the wooden top beams of the gazebo. I hadn’t seen it because I was wearing sunglasses.
All I can say is she knows how to sound out new words. My girls can read.

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