I’m sure you’ve all been on pins and needles this weekend wanting to know how the hair invention turned out. I’ll be honest, it was a little bit poufy but she had some seriously good waves going on. However, she decided she wanted to pull the whole thing back in a ponytail and I didn’t argue with her because, frankly, who has the strength?
It didn’t help that we’d spent every night last week studying for her spelling test which included the words “to”, “too”, and “two”, along with “they’re”, “their”, and “there”. It’s a wonder that I lived to tell about it. “They’re”, “their” and “there” almost ushered me straight to the seventh circle of hell. Especially because it’s not easy to teach a child who thinks she knows everything, yet continues to write “They’re books were over their.”
At one point I tried to explain that “there” is a place like “here” is a place and the word “here” is in the word “there”. And I think I confused even myself. This is why I don’t homeschool. Well, that and the fact that most colleges require a knowledge of math beyond basic addition and subtraction. Oh, and my heartfelt desire to never have to experience the periodic table of elements ever again even though it’s been so useful throughout my adult life.
Finally, I told Caroline to write the words in a sentence. She looked at me and said, “You mean like, WHY DON’T YOU GO OVER THERE AND LEAVE ME ALONE AND BLAH, BLAH, BLAH?” As soon as it came out of her mouth, she realized what she’d just done and was quick to let me know that she wasn’t referring to me, she was just using the word in a sentence.
I think it’s safe to say that we were both frustrated. The good news is that she ended up getting all her words right and was rewarded with a new pack of Silly Bands and thank goodness for that because now she has enough to wear them the length of her entire forearm.
After school on Friday we had our last Brownie meeting followed by our last soccer game. I’ve never been a big fan of Brownies (even when I was one back in 1978) but didn’t want to deprive Caroline of the whole Brownie experience because she might be more social than her mother and want to be a part of a big group that has an honor code and wears matching brown poly-blend vests and causes family members to gain ten extra pounds in the month of February due to buying Girl Scout cookies in bulk. But on the way to the meeting on Friday, I asked if she wanted to do Brownies again next year and she replied, “There has got to be something more fun to do than Brownies.”
Amen, sister. You can’t fight DNA.
Which may also explain her stellar use of “blah, blah, blah” and sarcasm.