On Monday, my boy complained over lunch that school wasn’t fun. His teacher was not around, the class was splitted into smaller groups, they were told to join other classes. He was one of the 4 students who joined an older group.
I believed that he wasn’t enjoying and it bothered him enough to tell me. So, the only natural thing for me to do was, to grant him the afternoon off.
Instead, we baked.
We mix, we stir, we mould.
We did craft,
We cut, we paint, we glue
We gave his hair a much needed trim,
after loads of bargaining and negotiation.
and we ended the day with
a box full of yummlicious oatmeal cookies,
a french stealthy raptor ?
a much neater Malcolm
and a very shack out ME !0