You know what I am sick and tired of?
(I feel like that should be in capitals because I am so very sick and tired of it, but I'm also sick and tired of capitals for emphasis so today is your lucky day.)
Projects that involve way too much parental involvement.
little kid had to research our family lineage, how we immigrated to America, why we immigrated to America, where exactly our ancestors came from and what jobs they had when they arrived here. Um...I don't know. Do many people know? He definitely doesn't, and at 6, is unlikely to have an ancestry.com account. I asked some other relatives and they were like, "Hell, who knows?"
Finally in a moment of desperation, I asked on Facebook if anyone related to me knew, or could at least make up a good story. It turns out that some kick ass Quakers were involved, and we're related to some poets and presidents (Longfellow and both President Adams, in case my grandkids need to know some day), so I will admit that it turned out well and was good to know, I suppose, but it was 95% my work. Down to cutting the little clothes for his little paper Quaker doll because he can't cut for shit.
I'm sorry but he can't.
And now this invention business for Big Kid? Are you kidding me? Awesome idea and all but do you know why there aren't more things invented by 9 year olds? Because it's super hard to invent things, even more so if you're a 4th grader.
Big Kid has invented a top bunk sheet set. (He invented crazy stuff before deciding on this, like a mailbox alarm that would call your cell phone when your mail came or a see-saw for your cat, to protect its food from your dog) But can Big Kid sew? Measure? Cut? Use snaps and elastic? I can't even do those things! Guess who is trying to figure out grandma's 40 year old sewing machine? (Mr. Ashley, but still). Big Kid can barely make a bed, little less create a prototype, research and fill out a patent application and come up with a marketing plan. So I am learning to create a prototype, research and fill out a patent application and come up with a marketing plan.
Don't get me wrong--all great stuff to know. I love education, I want my kids to be the next Quakers or Billy Mays, I really do.
Let's just wait until they can safely use scissors, though.