He had to make sentences using ten words which he then needs to learn for next week's spelling test.
"Muuuuum, what does psychic mean? Is it like Robin is to Batman?"
I don't feel I need to write any more in my blog this time. Less is more and all that....
But any longstanding withdewrespect reader will know full well, that's never going to happen.
Am I bit strange (no, you can't send answers on a postcard!)?
I like school dinners, hospital food and especially the food in little compartmentalised plastic cartons on aeroplanes. What's that all about? (that's not rhetorical, I'll ask my therapist)
I like the television volume on an even number (preferably 10) and my coathangers all have to be the same way around. Isn't that just good sense?
My OCD stared me in the face the other day when I spotted 6-year-old Daniel wiping his mouth with a wet wipe after tea, opening the Brabantia and giving it a quick wipe round the inside rim before throwing the wipe inside and closing the lid with his elbow.
Daniel and I share brown eyes, and clearly so much more. We struggle to walk down the street together as we bump into each other as we try to avoid the cracks in the pavement.
However, my little 'quirks' aside, at least integrity is high on my list, if not at the top of, my approach to parenting.
I just don't get those smug and overtly mumsy mums in the park who say in a very loud voice, for everyone to hear: "Come on sweetheart, ten more swings then we're going home to make gluten-free brownies and play Junior Scrabble before we get out the crafting activities and enjoy our salad and fruit lunch."
You know full well that as soon as they get home they'll stick CBeebies on the box in the kids' bedroom, hand out the Hula Hoops and Haribos, put the kettle on and settle down to watch Jeremy Kyle on catch up.
I've been reading about Joseph Priestley (1722 - 1804) this week. No, not an actual proper book, just on Wikipedia. (I would read an actual book but I've still got seven episodes of Jeremy Kyle to get through)
Joseph was born in Birstall, near Batley, not a million miles from where I now live, hence the interest.
What a guy! He was a theologian, clergyman, natural philosopher, chemist, educator and political theorist who published over 150 works, and was credited with the discovery of oxygen and invention of soda water.
Blimey, what a super intelligent chap.
Or so I thought. Until I read this paragraph.
"Priestley's illness left him with a permanent stutter and he gave up any thoughts of entering the ministry at that time. In preparation for joining a relative in trade in Lisbon, he studied French, Italian, and German in addition to Chaldean, Syrian, and Arabic."
