Seriously. There are three thirteen year old boys in my house right now.
In theory they're working on their science project. Their teacher is doing something really cool. He's broken up the class up into small groups, given them a topic and they're going to teach the rest of their class for a week. I love this assignment - I think it's brilliant. These guys have chosen the skeletal and muscular systems and have been working hard - but now they're pestering me for pizza, pop and a guitar hero break. As long as I don't have to hear "Rock You Like a Hurricane," we're all good.
Off to feed the masses and then back to the WIP.
5 comments:
Better you than me...
My worst day when I had 4 active toddlers was the day they all wanted PB and J sandwiches...all cut differently; some just PB; one just J...
Let me help you with that problem. Go put on all your highschool clothes that speak of the era, mall up your hair and crank the stereo while you air guitar in the living room. They'll be outta there before you hit the guitar solo.
Or sit down on the floor and kick your feet and scream and wave your hands in the air.
When they ask what you're doing, tell them you're "having fun".
They'll shut up or leave...very quietly.
You said yes...
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