This weekend Cooper brought home a book he had made at school. It was a counting a book. His teacher had apparently asked the kids to count how many apples they saw on each page, write the number of apples and then try to sound out phonetically how the number is spelled.
Jeremy and I went out for a much-needed date night Friday and didn’t have a chance to see this book. But Grandma did…
We all had a good laugh about it. I went through the book and wrote the correct spelling on his pages so that he could see the correct answer. What was his response? The child argued with me. On spelling.
That’s just the tip of the ice burg too. I have a few things to ask his teacher about what she is telling them on these phonetic exercises. So far, I totally loathe them. I get that the kids are at least trying but I don’t agree with that method. Teach ’em the right way FIRST says I. This touchy feely “just sound it out” thing is really annoying me. It’s not right. Don’t encourage my kid to do something wrong just for the sake of getting him to do it. That’s a waste of his time. And mine eventually.
So we’ve had to have lots of talks about respecting the authority of your parents rather than second guessing EVERYTHING they say. Gahhhh. I didn’t think Kindergarten would bring all this on so soon.
But at least he didn’t ask what SEX was….