Overheard at our house this evening:
Kid: “Personal Reflection??!!! I hate that! I have to do that at school, but I don’t have personal reflections at home.”
Me: “Kid, you are driving me to drink.”
Kid: “Then drink already! Sheesh.”
And my personal favorite, an email from IZ:
Subject: Lovely Homework.
Of course, if he were attending private school it wouldn’t be any better. . .
I can just see the questions. . .
Q:”How do you think Jesus felt when he was crucified?” or
Q:”Since Jesus was God, why did he allow himself to be put to death?”
Of course, I can just see the answers:
A: He felt bad.
A: He wasn’t and he didn’t.
Ok, in all fairness, that last answer was mine. The kid’s answer would probably have been shouted from the other room:Â “Ah, MOM! You didn’t tell me that Jesus was GOD. Now I have to redo my math homework!”
