This morning, Annie was talking to Daddy as he got ready for work.
A few minutes passed, and Annie asked, ‘Daddy, did you get something new for your ear?’
He looked in the mirror, and there was a glob of shaving cream he had missed, near his ear.
Just now, we heard a noisy garbage truck pass by. Annie asked, ‘Is that daddy coming home?’
I answered, ‘No, that was the garbage truck.’
Annie asked, ‘Does it have Barbie dolls inside it?’
A little explanation….. Their dad recently decided that our girls would not be allowed to play with Barbies anymore, so all of our Barbies went to a new home…. and they rode to their new home in the garbage truck.
Homeschooling. Math. This was fun for the first two weeks but today? (Big sigh). I am helping KB with a math worksheet where she is supposed to add a given number to a blank to get the given answer.
She knows how to do this; we are adding digits 1-9 for Pete’s sake.
At the year-end tests last year in public school, she was the only kid in her class to make two 100s on the math test.
She can do this. Trust me.
She filled them in all wrong, adding the first number to the answer…. 3 + ____ = 10, and she wrote 13 in the blank.
I am now explaining to her, for the third time, how to do this.
We are counting little yellow math manipulatives over and over again so I can show her three plus this many little yellow blocks equals ten.
‘So how many is that?’
‘Thirteen?’ She answers.
Me: Do you see thirteen blocks there?
Me: ‘So how many blocks do you see…… three here….. plus these…… equal ten. So how many to you see here?‘
If she truly didn’t get it, it would be one thing.
But she’s doing this on purpose and I am at a loss as to how to handle it.
I still have Caldwell Elementary’s phone number in my speed dial and don’t think I won’t drag her up there and re-enroll her today.
At least I can threaten.