This morning, I noticed that Sam looked a little out of sorts.
What's the matter with you? I asked.
"I'm bored," he replied.
Bored is a bad word in our house. It means you need more chores, or more school work. The boys all know this and will shush one another if someone forgets themselves and uses it.
I was not planning to start schooling Sam until week after next. Yes, I believe starting school before Labor Day is a sin. So there.
So I teased him. Well, we could always start school a little early.
The normal response to this is, "Oh! Wait! I just remembered I want to go: play outside/write a letter to a friend/or ask Dad to take me fishing."
Sam's response? "I was hoping you'd say that. Can we start tomorrow?"
"Seriously, Mom. Can I have new science curriculum this year? Alpha/Omega sucked." (He's right, I'm afraid.)
Rotten kid. Now I've got to go find all the curriculum I put away for the summer. *Kicks the box* I don't want to go back to school yet. *Wanders off grumbling under her breath*
Joseph was actually excited about going back to school and loves his classes: Biology, World History, Geology, Comm Arts, Choir, Algebra I, and French II. He tells me he was one of two kids in the class who actually did the extra credit work over the summer in French. (I am not looking forward to another year with that particular teacher, but Joe thinks French is the greatest). Have I mentioned that he wants to go to Harvard? Have I also mentioned that we are NOT related to the Rockefellers?
Excited about going back to school. Loves algebra and French. And Biology. Wants to go to an Ivy League School.
And another one that wants to go back to classes a week early. And wants better science curriculum.
What have I done?