Azure Jane Lunatic (azurelunatic) wrote,
Azure Jane Lunatic
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Smart Fayoumis!

I got homework duty today, since Marx was too fried after the first few papers. We had one trip to the corner, when he was fooling around and not working like he was supposed to; that was early in the afternoon. There were a few tears, but he got back on task. That was for the first worksheet.

There was a bit of angst over the second one, where he'd forgotten what the pattern was that he was supposed to color the ants. He elected to make up his own. Midway through that, since he was being well-behaved, I gave him one of my chocolate truffles, which surprised him. He continued to be good.

The third worksheet was math, simple addition, twos. We had one frustration point on the math (the number two was hard to write, so we put the worksheet aside and worked on the number for a while) and one utter meltdown, the frustration at not knowing it. He cried on my shoulder, and I hugged him and told him about how I cried about different things, and got hugs and encouragement from Darkside. (See? You're not alone. Everybody gets frustrated about stuff, just different stuff.) We took a break, and did some other math/counting fun stuff (how many fingers, how many toes, how many fingers plus toes, some rote reciting of the addition tables up to 3+10). That broke down when we started counting other things, like cat plus cat equals two cats, and wound up with a "I'd never thought you'd say that!" plus howling on the floor screaming with laughter when I posed the problem, "What's one toilet plus one toilet plus one big smelly fart?" (It's two toilets and a big smelly fart.)

The math was still frustrating after that, so we broke for dinner. He'd requested ramen noodles, so those were part of supper. (Amazing, generational differences, caused by different financial situations -- his mother can't stand them, but they're a rare treat for him...) We talked about what babies know, and what bigger kids know. Babies know how to drink milk, cry, sleep, and poop and pee in their diapers. A baby doesn't even know how to say "I'm hungry" -- the baby cries. A baby doesn't even know how to burp by itself!

Then we had knock-knock jokes. He's not quite grasped wordplay, for use himself, but he thought that these two (mine) were funny:

Knock knock!
Who's there?
Mr. Toy.
Mr. Toy who?
Mr. Toilet!!

Knock knock!
Who's there?
Snot.
Snot who?
'snot the bad guys, it's me!

After supper, more math. I provided beads for counting objects, and that worked very well. He went on to the fourth paper, which involved checking the given equations to make sure they were correct. He x-ed out the incorrect ones, and colored or circled the ones that were correct. Now he's cutting out the basket and the apples (the equations are on the apples, you see) and will be gluing them were appropriate.

All of this, with only minimal whining.

Did I mention that he's a great kid, when he's behaving himself?
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