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We are talking about school options again.  It's only February, but next year is already looming.  Last year we struggled like many parents to decide what the best "worst" option would be for our kindergartener's first year of school.  He struggles with change and transitions so we opted to homeschool in order to give him consistency.  

I am not a homeschool teacher.  It is not my calling.  I have enjoyed having him home...some of the time.  It's fun to watch him learn, but also very frustrating.  I'm not patient.  He is very social and craves time with people who aren't me.  Can I also say, his personality is getting stranger by the minute?  I think he needs some peer "correction" or interaction or both.  

You know how homeschool kids get a bad rap?  It's because of kids like him.  We love every bit of him, but....but just because you have listened to Little House on the Prairie eighteen times, it does not give you permission to call your parents "Ma" and "Pa" or "Caroline" and "Charles." 

I was digging a ditch with him the other day, and he said in a drawl, "Not bad there, Caroline."  He got the "mom" look.  Not the kindhearted smile "Ma" would have given him, and it snapped him back to reality.  

Last week he learned that Mary and Laura were dead.  That was a real bummer.  So many tears!  Oh. My. Word.  We are going to have to stop reading books.  I can't deal with the drama they bring into our lives.  Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing - now little brothers are pests, girls have the cooties, and heaven help us if he tries to get one of his sisters to eat a turtle.  My Side of the Mountain - I have had to stop him from eating leaves and flowers and put my foot down when he asked to cook a worm.  He doesn't just read the books.  He lives them.    

We need real people!

So it's beginning to look more and more like school with other children for next year. 

Please send your recommendations our way...just no more books.   

 

**On a side note: I have some insider knowledge that his parents were also weird kids, so...

    

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