Luke has homework every night. I don't remember ever having homework in grade school. And I mean never. It's not a one-worksheet kind of deal either. He has homework in 3 subjects - plus he studies his vocabulary and spelling words each night.
To be honest, I'm a bit over it. What ever happened to kids being kids?!? I think we are making kids grow up too fast with all this homework and proper behavior and sitting still for hours on end while they write a dissertation about the solar system. Don't ask me - I have no idea what the difference between a meteor and an asteroid are. But my 3rd grader now does.
But I digress.
Like it or not, homework is there. Every night. So we have to make the best of it.
I have come up short in the making-the-best-of-it side of things. But tonight, I hit the jackpot. The kids love to wrestle with their dad. So I told Luke if he spelled his spelling words right, he could tackle daddy. If he got it wrong, daddy would get him.
"Luke, spell pour."
"Yep! Get him!"
Tackle, tackle. Surprisingly - and quickly, "What's next, mommy? I'm going to get him again!"
"W-O-R-E! Here I come, daddy!"
Daddy got tackled on all 15 words. Yep, Luke didn't miss one.
Score one for the mom who doesn't know squat about a meteor - but who does know (FINALLY!) how to motivate her kid to do homework! Yeah!
Look out, daddy, your life might never be the same.
Uh-oh, I just called my husband daddy. I'm *that* kind of wife! Yikes!!