Very shortly after I got home from work today I began to wonder if aliens had taken over my son's body. Either that, or if he was ill.
You see, Tuesday is the day the week's homework comes home. It's due on Friday (or, in this case, Thursday, as there is no school here Friday). Homework completion is usually NOT one of the high points in my relationship with my son. He won't do it at all without my help. Usually. All last year, and the start of this year, homework often involved tears (his), frustration (ours), bad language (his), etc.
Today I got home and took the Tuesday folder out of his backpack. I was just starting to look at some of the papers when my mom said, "Oh, you've found it already." I thought I was looking at some classwork he'd brought home. Come to find out, no,
I was looking at his completed homework for the week! He stopped at his great-grandmother's (next door) after school because Mom had to take Dad to the Orthoticist and they weren't home yet. While he was there,
he did every page in his homework packet!If the aliens haven't landed, then I think he should go see his great-grandma every Tuesday after school. . .