So when I began having apoplexy over the instructions for my son to measure the 5 mm termite at the BOTTOM of the worksheet, I kept insisting that the queen termite was 1) not at the bottom of the page and 2) she as WAAAY bigger than 5mm. Which brought on my usual string of grousing about the math not even giving correct instructions, etc etc. And began to get cranky when I couldn't figure out why my student was rummaging in his closet instead of doing homework.
"What are you doing in there!" I yelled. "Come out of there! You're supposed to be doing homework!" To which he replied, "Just a minute Mommy. I'm getting something for you."
"I mean it, right -what?" "You have something for me?"
He slowly backed out of his closet.
In his hand was a small magnifying glass. Holding it over the worksheet, he said, "Mommy, the termite is right THERE above the measuring stick. Can you see it now?"
Arrrgh. It was in the middle of the page- I swear it was not the bottom!! Happy Friday!
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