Those of you who are good with math will realise that Munchkin is now approaching what is intended to be her kindergarten year.
When I was a child, kindergarten and preschool were considered optional. If your mother was absolutely-sick-to-death of you, you went. If she wasn't, you didn't. Optional. Now, all of a sudden, I'm "homeschooling" a three-year-old. No I'm not. I'm just too disorganised to take her to preschool.
Since I'm a firm believer in not teaching formally anything I'm pretty sure the child will learn anyway, we don't do any activities with colours, letters, play dough (heaven forbid), and so on. If at college age Munchkin can't identify "orange," I intend to attack it then.
Ahem. Back to the story.
Munchkin is now approaching kindergarten age, and she won't be attending kindergarten. So since her fifth birthday, we've been doing some formal school work -- Kumon, and reading. Not reading anything amusing or good. Reading via explicit systematic phonics, which is to reading what drilling the multiplication tables is to math. Not the exciting part.
I am proud to relate that she chants her short vowels like a pro.
My daughter is not interested in school. She'll do it, sure. She'll do it because she wants to please me. But she sees no purpose in doing it. It's completely irrelevant to her life.
What mummy wants me to learn: short vowel sounds. The number nine.
What I want to know: Where trolls live.
We are addressing this gap through a marvellous discovery I made not long ago. When I was in school, we used this book to teach Greek Myths:
I loved the D'Aulaires Book of Greek Myths. It's accurate, easy to read, and beautifully illustrated. So imagine my pleasure to discover that they had other books, some of which have been recently re-released.
D'Aulaires Book of Trolls.
I am in love. It was worth actually buying a book new.
Best of all, it gives me the opportunity to say "troll cocks with purple and green feathers" and not giggle.
I have a dirty mind.