I was informed today that I should no longer send occasional notes to school with the boys in their lunchboxes. Apparently it's embarrassing. Shannon said, "It's okay that they laughed at me, mom, but don't do it again." Talk about a bucket dipper. (Doing something that takes away somebody's happiness.)
On a better note, when Ken came home Shannon yelled, "Guess what, Dad? I got to do homework tonight!" (As in, I am LUCKY to have homework.)
Apparently the boy's aren't that grown up, or they would realize that homework really isn't something worth getting excited about. He'll figure it out in a few weeks I bet...
4 comments:
Oh Man, takes me back to 4th grade. NOone else and I mean NOONE ever knows what I am talking about when I say cold prickly and warm fuzzies, but I remember them very well. Even had one on my desk in 4th grade.
Glad he likes homework. Hope he always does.
His Papa enjoyed homework. Soooo, what's wrong with that?
Papa
Go get'um Shan
Okay, it's a quirky Herubin trait that skips generations. Good to know!
Just wait until they are in the 4th grade and you find out that math is done differently! And you try to help, and they get mad at you because "you are not doing it right!"
-Kellie
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