Shoved to Them
I went on a walk this morning with the four littlest ones: #4, #5, #6 and the nephew. We headed out this morning down the nature trail in our neighborhood toward the lake. There are ducklings and goslings at the lake, and I thought we would enjoy an hour or two of bird watching interspersed with chasing each other around in circles. Then, the plan went, we would come home and read “Make Way For Ducklings,” and do a few fowl-ish crafts.
We got 5 minutes down the path when my nephew squealed in delight and started running forward. There were construction trucks on the path ahead of us. A house in our neighborhood burned three weeks ago, and today they were tearing it down. In an abrupt change of plans we spent half an hour sitting on the opposite curb and watched as a bulldozer pushed the walls down and an excavator tore up the foundation. We made our way home and read “Mike Mulligan’s Steam Shovel” and drew pictures of burning houses and big yellow trucks.
I love homeschooling. It allows us the freedom to find educational value in everyday life, because how often does everyday life give you huge yellow trucks and cool demolition a mere 5 minute walk away?
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