Last Friday was a clerical day at the kids’ school. That means the teachers had to go, but the kids got to stay home. Then we had that big ice storm which knocked power out all over the state. Their school still doesn’t have power. Lots of power lines are still down and quite a few light poles cracked in half right near the school. So they haven’t been to school since Thursday. And they’ve been loving it. Even Skyler, who normally hates it when school’s canceled, has been loving laying around in her PJs making crafts and coloring.
School is tentatively planned for tomorrow. As I was helping Spencer turn the water on in the shower, I said, “You have school tomorrow. Isn’t that cool?” He replied, “No. I want to be homeschooled.”
I was a little shocked. (1) I didn’t know he knew the word homeschool. And (2) I had no idea he was making plans to be schooled at home.
I asked him if he knew what that meant, to be homeschooled. He said, “Yeah, it means I do school at home.”
I said, “But you wouldn’t get to see you’re friends.” He said, “I could call them.”
I said, “But you wouldn’t get to play at recess.” He said, “I’d still have recess.”
I said, “But you wouldn’t get to play with your friends at recess. He said, “I’d get to play with Skyler at recess.”
Well he had me there. I was running out of reasons why he would want to have school at school and not at home. My seven-year-old just beat me in an argument. There goes my hopes for being a contestant on Are You Smarter Than a Fifth Grader?.
After a minute Spencer said, “So can I be homeschooled?”
I’m the mom and my rule still reigns supreme.