The secret to a good day of homeschool is the Field Trip. (cue angels and harps)
The field trip is to our first week of homeschool what sex often is after a big fight: it reminds you that you like each other and that things are probably going to be OK.
(Didn’t see that coming, did you? My apologies to my parents.)
We went to the aquarium today and it was great. First of all, there was no one there. We had to share the place with a few senior citizens and tourists who smiled at all of the boys’ excitement. Like this command from Zach, shouted multiple times across the building: Mommy, mommy, you just HAVE to see this. They didn’t mind if my kids wanted to hog the computer game where you try to make your neighborhood a hospitable habitat for frogs. And the staff had all the time in the world to show us cool stuff and answer all of our important questions. Like this one from Ezra: Ask her if any of this stuff is free to take home.
We stayed and watched them feed the penguins for 45 minutes. And the only one who wasn’t completely engrossed for every one of those minutes was me. They were asking questions, and making up theories as to why some of them were so fat and why the guano was white. They had their chins over the ledge and Ezra’s tongue was hanging out – a sure sign that he is working hard.
I resisted the urge to make them come home and write about it, and no one cried all day.
I imagine I’ll fall asleep easily tonight. At least that’s what I assume happens right after make-up homeschool.