During the homeschool day, he has decided to show his "authority" by refusing to get a new pencil for math class. Never mind we have a bucket of new and freshly sharpened pencils of every imaginable design and color, enough pencils to last him seven more years through high school graduation.
I have asked, cajoled, begged, and excitedly showed him all the pencils available. A rainbow one? A Halloween one? A Christmas one?
"No," he says. "This is my lucky pencil."
I pointed out that a lucky pencil would enable him to make a "100/A" on all his daily math worksheets and tests. And that is just not the case.
So I had to call in the big guns for this assignment. I asked Mr. Country Belle to "gift" my son with a snazzy mechanical pencil like the one he uses in his "real engineering job."
I pretended not to care.
The little booger accepted the pencil and started using it in math class the very next day.
I was not allowed to touch it.
I so did not care. I promised never to touch it.
Speaking of the crazy things to go on during the homeschool day, I'll leave you with one more.
I don't have one thing to say about this.
Have a happy holiday week!