#4 is laying on the couch and out of blue he asks, "Mom? You wanna see my stash of guns?"
I knew exactly what he was saying in Boy Language. It was, "Mom. You are cool. I can trust you to see my guns. And I love you and want to share my most precious things with you." He scurried upstairs to get his stash and bring it down to show me. He showed me his Precious-es. (how do you pluralize Precious?)
As I write, he is sitting on top of his metal suitcase hiding his guns from his sister. "No! only boys can see! This is a one player game!" (the guns are made out of duplos)
He turned his case so #5 cannot see the stash and he is shooting her.
See? I am special.
The days are so different. Instead of mess and homeschool teaching I have a DH working from home and quiet until 2:54 when #6 (who is 10)...
My DH just asked me what I was writing about. "Why I think K12 sucks." His response? "Let us count the ways." ...
as I published the last post and was walking out, #6 was walking in. As I was writing the post she was watching me from the front porch, rin...