This afternoon, I was about to begin a workshop when Connor's teacher, Mrs. Orr, walked into the room with a file basket filled with worksheets. I welcomed her and asked if she was here for the workshop. "No." she said. "I'm looking for Connor. He asked for some extra homework today, so I am here to let him choose it."
I'm sure the confused look on my face said it all, but I immediately asked, "Connor asked for extra homework?"
"Yes. As a matter of fact, I think I may have had that same confused look on my face as I tried to translate what he asked. Did he just ask me for extra homework?" Mrs. Orr continued, "I'll get that to you after school," she finally uttered through her confusion.
Sure enough, my 8, almost 9-year old, asked his third grade teacher for extra homework today. I'm not quite sure where that came from, but I'll take it. I guess we will have to see what happens when we get home, and he actually has to "do" it. I'll let you know how that goes.
The picture is of Connor and some of his classmates. They are researching the history of our home city this 9-weeks.
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