Here on Gilligan's Isle ...
I'm accustomed to odd breakfast discussions, but today's was surreal.
AM: I love Gilligan's Island.
General enthusiastic agreement.
AM: The Howells are the parents!
Again with the agreement.
Me: Who do you like the best?
C: Gilligan! He's so funny. (If this homeschooling family has a class clown C's it, so ... Good choice, son!)
AM: Ginger! (Really? This from the girl who loves fingernail polish and dresses?)
Me: A, how about you?
A (thoughtful silence): The professor, because he's the smartest. (Spoken truly as the kid who can't get his head out of a book to save his life.)
The worst part is Robbbbbb and I have been relegated to snobby, fuddy-duddy status with out the piles of dough with which to console ourselves.
AM: I love Gilligan's Island.
General enthusiastic agreement.
AM: The Howells are the parents!
Again with the agreement.
Me: Who do you like the best?
C: Gilligan! He's so funny. (If this homeschooling family has a class clown C's it, so ... Good choice, son!)
AM: Ginger! (Really? This from the girl who loves fingernail polish and dresses?)
Me: A, how about you?
A (thoughtful silence): The professor, because he's the smartest. (Spoken truly as the kid who can't get his head out of a book to save his life.)
The worst part is Robbbbbb and I have been relegated to snobby, fuddy-duddy status with out the piles of dough with which to console ourselves.