“What is half of 90?”

“45”

“It is not.”

“Half of 90 is 45.”

“No.”

“Okay.”

[Pause.]

“It’s 45.”

“That’s what I said.”

“No, you didn’t.”

35 comments on “Why We Don’t Homeschool”

  1. And that sort of thing is why my son ended up with a tutor when having difficulty mastering the multiplication table.
    The mother/son relationship was in peril!

  2. Yep, I can confirm that we homeschool and have that conversation frequently. I have learned to walk away (albeit a little sulkily), then look it up on Wikipedia and make her read it, while looking on in a manner that is only a little smug.

  3. I say “that’s what I just said!” hundreds of times a day. I teach 180 seniors in high school! : ) Love each and every one of them!!! Laura is a hoot!!!

  4. This reminds me of the time I gave my homeschooled child, age 9, the practice exam for the state test. Because he BEGGED to take it. And I told him one answer was wrong on the math portion, and he disputed me and my math skills. We took it to the local school and darn it, he was right. In fact, he aced the entire exam.

  5. FINALLY!! Someone who understands the way I feel!! aaaarrrggghh!!
    Imagine the same conversation…but with one of the participants speaking a freakin’ foreign language!!!
    “Because those words came out of my mouth….THAT’s why!!!”

    I need to start yoga or something…wine! Good answer, debbie!

  6. Please keep reminding me of why I don’t homeschool whenever I threaten to do it. Which has been weekly lately but I think I am over it for a while. Csquaredplus3 called it: I don’t want to go to jail.

  7. See the difference between you and me is that I keep going with the “is not,” and “is too.” You gracefully declined to engage in a back and forth and that is why you are my role model and I am 3.

    xo,
    Deb

  8. holy cow that conversation sure seems familiar. Earlier this summer my son and I nearly caused a nuclear war while preparing him for his ACT exams. I can tell you that I never want to have a discussion about the different meanings of “convictions” ever again. And if the last child turns out anything like the boy, we’re hiring a tutor.

  9. My Stu keeps asking to be homeschooled. Lord knows why since at the ripe old age of seven he’s figured out that I know NOTHING.
    We’d last a day before my head exploded.

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