J was just working on his 1st-grade spelling work, and came to me for approval on the final product (I had already sent him away twice for revisions). He is required to practice writing a list of about ten words and then use three of them in three separate sentences. His final sentence tonight read, "Surrender or die."
Nice, J.
He looked at me with his sly smile that all who know J are very familiar with, and said, "P helped me." Was he saying it in gratitude or trying to pass the blame? Your guess. So, P happened to be close by and when I inquired why he would have considered helping J write such a violent sentence for elementary-school homework, he just shrugged and said, "I don't know."
The world of boys! I will never completely understand it, but oh how it keeps me entertained.
Nice, J.
He looked at me with his sly smile that all who know J are very familiar with, and said, "P helped me." Was he saying it in gratitude or trying to pass the blame? Your guess. So, P happened to be close by and when I inquired why he would have considered helping J write such a violent sentence for elementary-school homework, he just shrugged and said, "I don't know."
The world of boys! I will never completely understand it, but oh how it keeps me entertained.
Hilarious! I like to think of it as conquering evil instead of violence to make myself feel better. Great story.
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