After reading Tami's post of a school day at her home, I just had to post snippets of a day at the Testosterone Academy for pre-pubescent boys. Yes, I homeschool. All my German neighbors think I am NUTS! Who would want to be with their kids ALL DAY! Even the German doctors at the base clinic think anyone with more than a couple of kids who homeschools is nuts. Oh well, count me in!

In addition to the regular grind, we had a few gems pop up during the day. Of course, we had to see what the hurricane had destroyed last night. What boy does not want to see twisted homes and downed trees?! Language is always the best part for us. Daniel was sooooo confused. "Mom, what do dishes and s-h-a-t-t-e-r-e-d have to do with each other?" I replied, "Do you remember when Matt dropped the bowl of cereal on the tile floor? That is an example of what shattered means!" "Oh", he utters as he proceeds to write his sentence. Art collage is always fun until you realize that your first grader has found the NG story on heart transplants and is carefully studying the photos. Not exactly the collage I had in mind!

Princess is not an official member of the Testosterone Academy. The name will have to change next year! She does, however, love all of the craft stuff that I wanted the boys to do but never got enough interest generated. In the time it takes to do the Languish Arts part of the day, she has successfully pulled out every manipulative possible.

This was just a glimpse at my day. I wonder what tomorrow will bring.......