Big E's transition from a super small preschool to a full-fledged public elementary school has been pretty smooth.
We knocked out last week's homework assignment with no problem. High fives and back pats all around.
I eagerly opened up Big E's homework folder this afternoon to see this week's project.
And there it was.
Don't know what that is? Look it up.
Before we go any further, I'd like to point out the first part of the word basically communicates that me and my four year old son will die attempting to pull this thing together.
I have foggy flashbacks of creating my own diorama using a shoebox and my dollhouse furniture. I was also eight.
Never fear, loyal readers, Mrs. Yoy has a plan!
2) If #1 fails, use my charms to convince Mr. Yoy to take the lead. He's the creative one, anyway.
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