It's 35F and raining. Welcome to my world. (Apparently I woke up feeling just a little bit snarky this morning.) I look outside at the wet darkness and it's clear to me why so many animals hibernate.
It might also have something to do with getting everyone back in the groove of our homeschool routine. Let's just say there's been a wee bit of drama. Day Three, and things are falling back into place.
Gunnar sat across from me, practicing his handwriting. And smiling to himself. I glanced over his shoulder as he carefully copied, "Look! A big rabbit," and then added, "with sunglasses."
Indeed, the picture of the rabbit had been accessorized with sunglasses, bandoliers, a grenade, a knife, and, "Those are the bunny's two little pistols, Mama."
Of course, in public school this would raise all kinds of red flags, the school psychiatrist would hyperventilate and call me, and he would probably be suspended for violating the school weapons policy, because he's obviously a disturbed and violent child.
Around here we just say, "He's a boy."