as published on 2/28/12
"What rhymes with snowflake?" she asks on the drive home from school.
"Milkshake?" I offer.
"Who drinks milkshakes in the winter?" DUH, her 11-year-old scowl tells me. But I’m lost and ask why we have to forsake the McFlurries when our soCal winter lingers at 70 degrees.
"I have to write a poem about winter for English. I need a word that rhymes with flake."
I puff up in the driver’s seat at this-- Finally! It’s my turn.
For years, Michael has tackled all the science, math, art, Latin, physics, social studies, history, chess club, geography, and anything having to do with a ball or cleats.
I get one subject to prove useful: Language Arts. And up until now, my kids have shown themselves independently literate. But poetry? That’s a writer’s playground.
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Why I will never be smarter than a sixth grader - OC Moms - The Orange County Register
