Snow Day Sillies

Sometimes I can't help but wonder how ludicrous our home school would appear from an outsider's point of view.  Today was another snow day (which means a frenzy of schooling at Alma Mater Academy, since our extracurricular commitments were all cancelled).  The kids were bouncing off the walls by lunchtime, and I started writing down the crazy things they came out with...

Filia opened the day with the earnest prayer, "Dear God, please give Mom and Dad some time together to talk...and please let me have a baby sister."

Filia lost her favorite rubber rat "Squeaky" in a massive snowdrift when she brought him out for a tea party with his friends.  I was the mean mother who didn't let her make paper boots for him; thus it's my fault that he's shivering out there until springtime.  : /

Looking for another form of entertainment, she started playing a wild game of "puppy."  I heard Leo exclaim, "DAD!!  If Filia is going to play that she's a dog, she can't be so realistic!!  She just lifted up the toilet seat with her TEETH!!!"

Lux learned to open all of the child locks, dumped the diaper pail, shattered the cover to Stella's camera lens, ate some soap, sprinkled fish food on the floors, threw his fake kitchen food and a bagel in the toilet, and broke our bathroom cabinet. Whenever it looks like he's going to get in trouble, he puts on an angelic grin and exclaims, "BUTT!"

Tert helped me find our place in the science book by reminding me that "we left off on the page with the girl who had melons (melanin) in her eyes."

I started to fade around lunchtime and handed Rus "George, the Drummer Boy" to read to his brother.  I told him it would be perfect since he's studying George Washington this week.  About a page in, Rus looked at me with the same smile his dad wears when he wants to "set me straight without hurting my feelings," and said, "Umm, Mom.  I really don't think this book is about George Washington because George Washington was a GENERAL in the French and Indian War.  So...I don't think he'd just be a little kid playing a drum in the Revolutionary War since that came later."  I apologized for the mix-up, and he said, "Oh, that's okay.  You're just tired, Mom, and I know how that feels."  :)