With my son in school now, it’s almost a given that he would have homework.
But why do I have homework?
Jedi came home last week with a family project in his backpack. We were to construct a Thanksgiving turkey together from whatever we can find lying around the house; fabric, paint, strips of colored paper, crayons, etc. Let your imagination run wild. I am not Martha Stewart, nor do I strive to be, thus I do not own many supplies of this nature.
I managed to gather a few items, though, along with some markers. We sat together, Jedi’s growing bulk precariously balanced on my lap, while he specifically told me how it should be done. He chose the style, I did the work.
“Do you want to color him in?”, I asked Jedi.
“No, you can do it.”
Turkeys, the both of us. But a turkey worthy of an A+ if I do say so myself. Man, I am awesome at 1st grade.