Teaching my kids to do the laundry today went well. I was inspired by a Pinterest list of things kids needed to learn before leaving home. They're 6 and 8 years old, but I figured I might as well start them out young.
The slot for the detergent, the space for the softener, how many times to turn the dial... It all went well until DS pushed the start button, which DD thought was her privilege. She was biting my hair at the time.
So DS was slapped on the head, DD was chastised.
Today was a strike day for the teachers, so the kids stay home. My son read many words in Portuguese with the letter R
He's excited about the roots of the monstera I have in water. First it's slimy, then it's fluffy.
He's stuck his whole hand in the jar with the roots. Just as well I changed the water yesterday.
My DD is wearing my knee-high fishnets and a tutu. She looks like a stripper.
Kids are belting the sense out of each other with yellow tubes, while the teacher gazes into space.
On the other side of the barrier there is joshing and splashing. Club music. Grey gairs tucked neatly under caps.
Teenagers training with their swimsuits artfully arranged to display their buttocks.
Yes, this is Friday night at the pool.