There would be no happy lessons today. No grin of satisfaction over a whole page of straight lines well done. No science 'speriments. He was having none of it.
That's it, I said. Put away the pencils. We're going into the woods.
Grumble grumble grumble.... I hate the woods. I don't wanna hike. I only wanna walk on pavement. I'm not going up the hill. I only want to go to the playground. SIGH. [Says the kid who would normally, and happily, play outside for 12 of his 13 waking hours.]
Not going on your dumb hike.
Oh FINE, I'll follow Annika just to that tree. Because I want that stick she's holding.
Ooh, this is weird, Mom. What's growing on this dead tree?
My guy triumphing over escaping from the girls again.
But littlest adventurer never gives up the chase.
As one of my Facebook friends commented, "there's a lot to be learned in the woods." Indeed there is. Not least, that sometimes the plans most carefully laid are those best laid aside on a day of I Don't Wanna.
2 comments:
I love it when they grumble. And then they end up having the best time ever. But it probably won't stop the grumbling the next time.
This is one of the many reasons I think homeschooling is so awesome. Good on you for making that call and not pushing stubbornly on with the lessons. Sounds like a lot more learning went on in the woods this particular day...
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