Are You Smarter Than a First Grader?

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.

4:48 AM:

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!!!!!"

Seriously?

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.