Teaching children to read is a joy. As they get bigger, they are less willing to snuggle… but are usually willing to suspend this prejudice during reading.
Homeschooling means getting to spend lots of that up-close-and-personal quality time with my youngest, who is learning his phonics. It also occasionally means that Mama has to think ahead strategically when these sorts of activities are on the agenda.
Breakfast, for instance. Junior ate everything on his plate and asked for more toast. I’d used up all the butter on the counter, and discovered that the only butter not in the freezer was a dab of homemade roasted-garlic-and-rosemary butter left in the back of the fridge. Being the frugal sort, I decided that I would let him finish that off instead of trying to thaw frozen plain butter without melting it. In retrospect, this may have been unwise.
Imagine sitting cheek to cheek with your beloved baby boy, as he lisps his way through sounding out words and phrases, while simultaneously bombarding you with the most pungent garlic breath it’s ever been your misfortune to be on the receiving end of. If it were an adult, or even an older child, you could back away a bit or maneuver for a more advantageous angle to stay out of the line of fire. This doesn’t work so well with small fry, who twist around to peer anxiously in one’s face to make sure that one is properly paying attention. Sending them to brush their teeth would interrupt the flow of the lesson… so you just have to grit your teeth and bear it, while vowing to never, ever mix breakfast and garlic on school days again!