Kayla has been sick and missed a few days of school.
Result = She has MOUNDS of homework to plow through (code for: I have mounds of homework to plow through).
We were fast approaching melt-down status last night, after our third trapezoid worksheet. I wonder why a first grader needs to know so much about trapezoids anyway? (code for: I can't remember anything about trapezoids).
We decide to call is quits. BUT under one condition: that she wake up earlier than normal the next morning to finish the last worksheet and practice her dreaded sight words.
Our bedroom door flies open after being drop-kicked by a panicking, sleep-walking, screaming six year old; hair disheveled, PJ bottoms missing:
"I NEED TO FINISH MY SIGHT WORDS!!!!!"
Dave helps her into our bed where she quickly falls sound asleep, wedged between us (code for: she could care less about sight words but just wants an excuse to sleep with us).
We are total suckers.
YEAHH DONT PRESSURE MY KAYLA SHE CAN COME STAY WITH ME YEAH SHE IS GOING TO BE A SWIMMER YEAH TRAPAZOIDS YEAHH LOVE THE CUP POPOPOPOPAReplyDelete
Jessica... That is hilarious!!ReplyDelete