We are looking for humorous, warm anecdotes and true stories illustrating that homeschooling is the best educational alternative around.
All material printed in the Court Report will be credited, and the contributor will receive a $10 coupon good toward any HSLDA publication of his choice. Submissions may be edited for space. Please be aware that we cannot return photographs.
Mail submissions to:
Attn: Stories, HSLDA
P.O. Box 3000
Purcellville, VA 20134
Or email us (include “Stories” in the subject line) at: ComDept@hslda.org
There’s no Place Like Home
My 6-year-old daughter was working on a workbook page. One of the questions asked, “What is the best part of the day in your class?”
Her answer made my heart melt: “Sitting on mommy’s lap.”
I am so thankful that’s true of her school day!
—by Jamie V. / Beavercreek, OH
Just Practicing Grammar, Mom!
My oldest son is usually a take-charge kid, barking orders to his younger siblings. We are constantly reminding him not to be bossy or tell others what to do.
Shortly after beginning the school year with a review of different kinds of sentences, including imperatives, I took my firstborn and his younger brother to return glass bottles at a nearby convenience store. This is a treat for them, as they go into the store by themselves, make the bottle return, and split the refund.
On this particular day, I needed to park a little farther away than usual. As they walked towards the store, I heard my older son barking out orders to his younger brother. With my window down, I called out, reminding him not to be bossy.
“I’m not,” said my son, turning around and speaking seriously. “I’m being imperative.”
All I could do was shake my head and laugh!
—by Jessica S. / Broadalbin, NY
My 8-year-old son occasionally reverses his letters. I noticed such an error one morning as he was writing a composition. Trying to point it out with humor, I subtly inquired, “Son, would you like a ‘raddit’ for a pet?”
My son searched my face questioningly and glanced down at his paper. Then he looked up with a twinkle in his eye and reiterated a longstanding wish: “No, but I would like a bog!”
—by Elizabeth C. / Fresno, CA
The State of Desire
My 5-year-old daughter, who loves animals, has been begging for a pet for some time. I didn’t realize just how much she thought about pets until we played states-and-capitals bingo. She selected a card and read aloud, “New Hamster!”
—by Mary M. / Centreville, VA
A Weighted Question
One evening, my father stepped on the bathroom scales. As he started to shift the weights, my 5-year-old sister, Charity, watched intently.
Then she asked, “So how old are you, Daddy?”
—by Jessica S. / Escondido, CA
Life in a family with a large age span between the oldest and youngest children can be quite interesting. When our oldest daughter and her husband announced that they were expecting a baby—our first grandchild—we explained to our other children that they would now be uncles and aunts.
Our 3-year-old daughter seemed quite perplexed by this. Finally she announced, “I don’t want to be an ant. I’d rather be a butterfly!”
—by Jeffrey & Cynthia K. / Waverly Hall, GA
One Wily Coyote
Coyote tracks are baked into saltillo tiles.
I love saltillo tile, of which we see a lot on the buildings in our hometown. It is made from native clays in Mexico. Formed into a 12-inch tile, the clay is baked in the hot sun and then fired for hardening. During the sun-bake stage of the process, curious but careless coyotes sometimes happen along and leave their footprints in the drying tile.
Wanting to show my children an example, I drove them to a saltillo-clad building where I had seen a coyote print on a tile. I stopped the car. “See,” I said, pointing. “It’s in the fourth row from the bottom, about four feet up.”
“There it is!” they all shouted in excitement. Then there was a moment of silence.
“Wow,” mumbled my 10-year-old son. “I wonder how the coyote reached that high?”
—by Janet P. / Palmdale, CA