Helping my kids with their homework isn't my best skill. I get bored staring, page after page at subject lessons that are elementary to me. My husband says it's my been there done that attitude. Maybe, but I think it's more of a I hate repeating myself thing. I blame Amaya.
"What letter is this Amaya?" I asked while helping her with one of her homework packets in kindergarten.
"I don't know?" She answered shrugging her shoulders.
"It's the letter 'D'..." I stressed. "Now you tell me, what letter is this?" I pointed to the letter.
"B?" She questioned.
"No. It's the letter D," I sighed. "Write the letter ten times," I said as I handed her the pencil.
We repeated the above steps over and over. Each time Amaya guessed a different random letter. Nothing worked. She mentally blocked out the letter "D".
Two years of preschool! What a waste of money!
My husband came home to find us both in tears, crying. He kindly took over and earned his very first gray hair.
I was so relieved!