I guess ours is not the only homeschool to suffer total hissy-fit-melt-down. Today is was over George Washington's World. If England won the war, how could they become a huge Empire on the very nextest page? Why would Spain care about a rock? (That was Gibraltar.). Why did the Royalists want to live in French speaking Quebec? Who cares anyhow?
There's not much I know of that can prevent an episode like this becoming a huge loud battle of wills between strong willed mummy and her even more strong willed progeny except getting out.
Which is what we did.
We turned right. Without speaking to each other. By the first intersection we were holding hands. By the horses we were talking. Tersely, but definitely communicating. By the llamas we were narrating the story. True.
Or were they alpacas? The long necked ones. Ah yes, Llama-long-necks.
By the time the mamma magpie started swooping us we were shrieking with laughter. Then with fear. We ran along past the Driver Ed Centre where we recovered our breath.
Then we turned for home. She narrated George. Excellent. And correct. And It Couldn't Just Happen. Again. Much better. And Baby Island by Carol Ryrie Brink. They were all great narrations.
By the time we reached home we were ready for maths.
Sorry there are no photos. In a melt-down situation there is no time to grab the camera.
Shame really - that maggie was kyoot. Now it is, anyhow.
Jemimah's pretty kyoot again now as well...