The tears started flowing and I could not quit. Clayton even offered from the back seat a hesitant, "are you crying, mom?!?" I had to give him a yes in between sobs. Good grief these boys.
Andrew and I have started "school" while the big boys are gone. We've started with the letter b. We are using a curriculum called Learn Your Letters, Learn to Serve. You can get it here. We are thinking of everyone/everything we know of that starts with the letter b. We are making brownie bites for the Burtons, Bennett and Mrs. Bettie (Oh, and the big boys at Jack's request. Grin.). At one point this week Andrew tripped on a backpack. While he was screaming on the floor I made sure he knew he had tripped on a b...b...backpack. He did not appreciate my teachable moment. Ha! While we were making our brownie bites I asked him to tell me what letter we were working with this week. His reply..."Six". Yes, I have a degree in elementary education. Yes, I do.