Fun with homeschooling

I was reading off spelling words to my daughter and asked, “What was the last word I gave you?”

She said, “You gave me grief.”

True story.

Here’s an oldy, but a goody.

With another week of phonics looming, I grabbed the pile of my daughter’s first grade sight words. Here is the pile: On the left is what we’ve done so far. On the right is what we have left to do.

As I picked up the smaller stack to look for next week’s words, these were the three words on top of the pile:

The homeschooling gods are smiling upon me

There are four weeks left of school. With another week of phonics looming, I grabbed the pile of my daughter’s first grade sight words.

Here is the pile: On the left is what we’ve done so far. On the right is what we have left to do.

As I picked up the smaller stack to look for next week’s words, these were the three words on top of the pile:

And the hits keep coming

Here’s a follow-up to the Do NOT drink the tea! story.

This morning my darling, homicidal three-year-old instructed my husband to be a dragon. Fearing what would happen if he didn’t comply, he roared and clawed at the air. She then said, “Here’s some food for you,” and put a

She must have boys

The Kid’s Table (Photo credit: Michael Bentley)

The conversation at the lunch table today:
“T is for toot.”
“F is for fart.”
“P is for poop.”

Who says teaching is easy?

I was guest teaching a phonics lesson in my child’s kindergarten class when, as luck would have it, that day’s topic was the “uck” family. The objective was for the students to come up with and write down words

Pronunciation is key

When reading, my daughter sometimes mixes up her b’s and d’s. When this happens I’ll say, “What’s the word?” She usually then looks again and corrects herself. Today she came across the word “ditch.” Naturally, this would be a word for which she’d mistake the d for a b. When she said the word incorrectly, I, with a straight face, said, “What’s the word?” She apparently this time took my question to mean, “I can’t hear you.” So, instead of correcting herself, she yelled, “Bitch!”

My son did that once with “ship”. I have no idea why he was confused with “p” and “t”, but with that, I could not keep a straight face. He was so determined and proud of himself for reading the word…nice and loud. I smiled really big, trying to keep from bursting out in laughter, but he corrected himself when I asked him to look at the letters again. I’m glad he didn’t ask what the other word meant.” Gina, mother of 8

I was driving two of my sons and my son’s friend home from school one day. The friend was in the passenger seat listening as the boys in the back passed back and forth a bag of Skittles. My younger son, however, wasn’t quite able to pronounce the “sk” sound. He kept asking his brother to pass the “Shittles.” The poor boy in the seat next to me wanted to be polite, but was obviously having trouble keeping his composure. Finally I told him, “It’s okay. You can laugh. I know it’s funny.” Betsy, mother of 6