I don’t want to write the kind of blog where I just brag about my kids nonstop. Mostly because you don’t want to read it. Who needs to feel bad about their parenting in comparison to my exemplary style?
Except sometimes I have a moment with my children that so fills with pride and joy and the knowledge that I am parenting the exactly right way that I can’t help but boast a little here.
Last Sunday night was one of those moments.
On Sunday night, as 10 year old Young Ladrinka was going to sleep, we had a little chat.
“I forgot to do some homework this weekend,” he confessed.
“Oh?” I asked. This wasn’t good news, especially since we had a robust session of is that really all the homework you have? /yep! You’re blocking the TV! earlier in the day.
“What homework did you forget?” I asked. Maybe it was just a few math problems. The kind he could do over breakfast.
“We had to pick a historical figure to research it over the weekend so we can write about him in class.”
“Who did you pick?”
“WHY- Semi-Semitic Sunbeam, why did you choose Hitler?” I was alarmed. No offense to any fascists reading this.
“I didn’t know who else to pick! Everyone was taken!”
“Martin Luther King, Jr.?”
“THEY WERE ALL TAKEN. Hitler was the only one left.”
“You’re not seriously telling me that every other historical figure in the history of the world was taken and Hitler was the only one left, are you?”
“What about Ronald Reagan?”
“Well it’s too late now. I already signed up for Hitler.”
“But you didn’t research.”
“Yeah, but I know he was a big meanie. I can pull it off.”
It’s really hard to decide what I’m most proud of. The fact that he forgot that he had homework, his choice of historical figure, or his street smarts that Hitler was a “meanie”. Either way, I’m sure I’ll be on demand on parenting speaking circuits soon!