So Boo wants to go to preschool. Because she's a preschooler. (Duh, Mom.)
Socially, yeah, it would probably be a good thing. Academically... well, if she's not being challenged, I'm not sure it's worth it. Does anyone have any idea what Challenger School costs? I'm scared to even look.
So, even though I'm not a big fan of homeschooling... this is where I find myself. Add in to that the fact that she's got a late birthday and is going to be one of those hyper bored kids... I don't even want to think about that poor teacher. Really, I don't.
What was I saying? Oh, right, preschool. Homeschooling.
Yesterday she asked me to teach her something. That's more or less how she put it. Well, Mommy had 600 bazillion things to get done because it's going to be a very busy weekend.
"Why don't you practice writing your name? That's a very important thing."
"But I know how to spell my name."
"Well, yes, but it's good to practice. Practice your handwriting."
"I used to know how to write 'A's."
"You know how to write 'A's. You know what they look like."
"Yeah, 'cause they're like mountains. They're like triangles and I'm good at triangles."
*Note there is NOT A SINGLE "A" in her name.
"That's right. Just like a triangle."
So, what did she do? Her magnet board princess playset, of course.
Honestly, what was I thinking?
Oh well, maybe it'd go better if Mommy weren't running around like a chicken with her head cut off. We'll try again next week.