So half the neighborhood is hanging out at my house, all of the bigs doing homework and the littles playing “Pet Hospital”.
I’m going back and forth between helping a first grader think of words that rhyme in English and 2 3rd graders translate the instructions for Hebrew homework.
A 4th grader who goes to the neighborhood Catholic school is having trouble with math, but he’s SOL because I suck at math. My 6th grader helps him.
Paper airplanes swirl by, and I have to confiscate them and 2 paper footballs. I notice that the airplanes are made out of someone’s Hebrew homework. Ahem.
The 6th grader is doing research on fungus spores and regaling all the others with descriptions of different kinds of fungi (that he SWEARS grow between your toes).
All of them have Chumash (bible) homework of varying degrees and I am blown away by how they toss off doing this in a language I didn’t learn until I was 25.
The Catholic school kid and his sister have bible homework also, but it is New Testament stuff that I am not familiar with. Latin? No prob. Corinthians? Not so much. Thankfully, they don’t seem to need help. I told them I can dye Easter eggs like nobody’s business if they wanted help with that. They said they’d already done it at home but that they’d bring me some for Passover. Sweet.
The natives have blown through a plate full of baby carrots, cut up peppers and cucumbers, a huge bag of pretzels and half a gallon of milk.
In between, I’m making sure the Good Doctors at Pet Hospital Central have enough Bandaids to bandage a small nation, and snacks because, I’ve been informed, “Sick aminals need lots of pretzels to feel better.”
You know what the best part of this is? It’s all reciprocal. I help with homework and feed a whole bunch of kids, and next week it will be someone else’s turn to help and feed my kids and in the summer we just let them all out, pop open a few beers, sit in my driveway in lawn chairs looking like an episode of King of the Hill and we watch them grow.
There is nothing, I mean NOTHING better than this.