Six subjects, twenty five questions each. Our semester ends Friday (hooray!). Granted, he knows more about representations of bulls in Minoan art, and Tudor history than most not-quite-six year olds...but he still can't cut a straight line with scissors, or pour himself a glass of milk.
Funniest homeschooling moments of late:
Danny: I'm writing a play.
Me: Great.
Danny: I have two characters named, "Henry", but to keep things straight, I made one French, and spelled his name with an, "I".
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Danny: What hospital was I born at?
Me: Methodist.
Danny: That's what I thought. Aren't they the people from the church that had the pumpkin chucking in the trebuchet at Halloween?
Me: Yes, the hospital is affiliated with the church.
Danny: I'm glad they were chucking pumpkins, instead of babies!
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Danny: Mama? I've been thinking about this St. Lucia holiday.
Me: Oh?
Danny: When I'm dictator of Sweden, I'm going to outlaw it-I can't believe they let little girls wear lit candles on their heads. I'm definitely getting rid of that when I'm dictator of Sweden.
Me: I don't think the Swedes are likely to embrace a dictator, much less an American one.
Danny: We'll see.
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Saved. I wonder how many gems I'm missing. This guy needs his own reality show.
He's witty, that kid.
I'm pretty careful what I post-I wouldn't post really embarrassing things, or overly-personal stuff that might come up when he's applying for jobs (or dictator of Sweden), but I feel OK about sharing his observations. Sometimes I read the archives and remember things that would have otherwise been lost to my aging memory.
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