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I homeschool my 7-year-old daughter Gracie, and because I was an English major in college, I try to use “big” words when I speak with her in order to help increase her vocabulary. One morning when it was time to begin school, I called downstairs to Gracie to find out if she had finished her breakfast. She must have known I was in a hurry.
“Mommy,” she solemnly answered, “I’m eating my bagel with alacrity.”
—by Katrina S. / Matawan, NJ
No Better Place to Be
While reviewing World War II history with my 4th- and 6th-grade daughters, I prompted, “You remember what happened in England during the war?”
My 6th-grader answered, “The Germans bombed London.”
“And where did the Londoners send their children to keep them safe?”
“To Narnia!” answered my younger daughter.
—by Daniel & Mollie G. / Phenix, VA
I Got my Ph.D. at Home
My husband teaches a class for boys on Wednesday nights at our church. Most of the boys only sporadically attend church. One night they were asking all kinds of questions about God, such as “Who is God?” and “Was God married?” My 7-year-old son started answering the questions before my husband could.
Finally, one boy asked my son, “How come you are so smart?”
Another boy sighed and answered, “He’s homeschooled. He knows everything.”
—by Shannon U. / Mayslick, KY
A Chronicle of Criminals
When my oldest son was 5, he decided to memorize the books of the Bible. This was hard work—he constantly went around the house reciting the books as best as he could. One day, he began the familiar recitation and stopped at II Kings, unable to remember what came next. I had no idea that his 3-year-old sister had taken any interest in his project, until she eagerly shouted, “I know! I know! First and Second Criminals!”
—by Christine P. / Greenville, SC
Learning from the Master Scientist
God is omnipotent! That fact was not at the forefront of my mind as I awoke to a blustery morning in early January.
Later in the school day, in the midst of our unit study on the Wright brothers, I was reading aloud to my three children when I noticed that I was looking at fewer and fewer faces and more and more backs. You see, the day was really windy and watching the display of God’s power in the wind far exceeded hearing about the Wright brothers’ experiments with it.
Before long, the children’s faces were glued to the window. Cheering and clapping erupted as gusts brought branches soaring out of the Douglas fir trees 50 yards behind our home. The bigger the gusts, the louder the cheers. The more debris that whipped around, the more giggles and joy. When my 9-year-old reminded his 7-year-old sister that there was a wind gauge in her science kit, excitement mounted. Now they could find out just how fast the wind was moving!
Back inside and toasty warm, the fans continued to cheer. I was moved to tears as I reflected on the strength of my God as displayed in that mighty wind, and how my children were able to experience it because they were learning at home.
—by Carla A. / Mulino, OR
She’s Aging Well
One day my husband went shopping with our seven children. On their way out of the store, my 17-year-old daughter, carrying the baby, was lagging about 20 feet behind the main group when a lady stopped her in the parking lot and asked, “Is that your family?” My daughter answered in the affirmative.
“You look so young!” exclaimed the woman.
At this, my daughter realized the woman’s misunderstanding and hastily explained that she was not the mother of all these children!
—by Yvonne E. / Clovis, NM
A Language all Her Own
My 7-year-old daughter, Ashley Rose, has long wanted to study French. Because I am determined that she will study Latin, we have compromised, alternating Latin with French lessons each week. The result is that she has picked up a smattering of each language—as I realized one day when I dismissed her from her lessons. Hopping up from the table, she said brightly, “Au revoir, Magistra!”
—by Jennifer B. / Athens, AL
Our 10-year-old daughter, Rea, was studying simple machines in science class. She had to solve a problem involving a boy whose math book was lying on the driveway and accidentally became pinned under the wheel of his dad’s car. The father had gone away for a long trip, and the boy had to get his math book out from under the car. Rea was given a list of several items available to the boy and was tasked with finding a solution using the principles of load, fulcrum, and force in order to raise the car.
Rea didn't have to think long before abandoning the lever solution as
unrealistic. “I'm sure the boy’s” she decided. Then, almost immediately, she added, “On second thought, I would just leave the math book there!”
—by Mary D. / Hesperia, CA
Crazy about Languages
When we told the kids we were going to eat out at Pollo Loco for lunch one day, our 9-year-old piped up, “I know what that means.”
We asked what he thought it meant. “Crazy chicken,” he replied.
When we asked how he knew this, he said with obvious pride, “I speak Italian.”
—by Stephanie L. / Maricopa, AZ