Boo hoo, half term is over. And I'm not even the one who has to go back to school! But oy vey, the lunch boxes, the PE kit, the homework (homework! HA!), the yelling - gah.
Oh oh oh HOMEWORK! At the beginning of the week, Kit did his Maths homework like a model student. We were so proud - no pressure for the rest of the hols, an angelically conscientious child - our just reward for being fantastic parents. Then, last night - yeah, Sunday night, 7:30, half an hour before bedtime and the OFFICIAL END OF HALF TERM, I get a call from another mum.
OTHER MUM: My daughter has just told me about this project homework she has to do, and she says Kit knows what to do.
ME: KIT!
(Better than Kit's best friend Toby, who announced that he had this homework to do at 7:30 this morning.)
If only I didn't remember doing the exact same thing to my parents when I was Kit's age.
Prof Pickford
7 years ago
1 comment:
Well, the best solution might be to call in school and pretend Kit was ill.
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