Last night, Lucy told me she wanted to do someone homework for her homeroom class. "We're studying the life cycle of a frog, and I need to do a report on it, Mom. I have to get it done tonight."
She went on: "Well, it's not actually homework. I just want to do it."
How my heart burst with pride for my over-achieving, studious girl! We opened up Google and found a great resource for her unnecessary report. She copied down notes, printed out a picture for the cover, and was pleased as punch with herself. So was I.
This morning, I got an email from her homeroom teacher. "The mating habits of frogs??? This is my laugh for the week!"
And then I went back to our great resource, and realized just how descriptive it was.
She went on: "Well, it's not actually homework. I just want to do it."
How my heart burst with pride for my over-achieving, studious girl! We opened up Google and found a great resource for her unnecessary report. She copied down notes, printed out a picture for the cover, and was pleased as punch with herself. So was I.
This morning, I got an email from her homeroom teacher. "The mating habits of frogs??? This is my laugh for the week!"
And then I went back to our great resource, and realized just how descriptive it was.
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