Sunday, October 17, 2021

That's My Boys!

We live very close to an office-supply store which, like many such stores, also sells new and used school books. Outside the store, there is often a small stack of used books that are free for the taking. Being me, I have a look whenever I can, and occasionally find something nice: a full set of chumash with menukad Rashi, a couple of written-in workbooks that BSM will be using this year, so useful as spares, a random novel in English that looks interesting, some truly nifty Atlases. Also book covers.

A few months ago, I set the boys loose on the tree stump, and the results were marvelous.

BSM found one or two workbooks that he said looked interesting. I tried to include FF, who was holding forth with a mighty litany of complaints, by grabbing a comic book for him. FF, however, would not be mollified, and he just modified his Complain Litany to also include the fact that he can't read yet.

This is not the first time he's complained about not being able to read, so I finally joined Husbinator in teaching FF to read Hebrew. FF already knows the consonants and their sounds, so we're working on vowels. Our progress has been spotty, but it is progress. Yesterday, a friend returned our Highlights-style workbook, so hopefully FF will progress more smoothly with that to work from.

Also, it turns out that the workbook that BSM found and happily read night after night was not a workbook for grade 2, as I thought from my cursory glance when he chose it, but a textbook for grade 12. BSM now knows all manner of driving theory.

Immigration Day

BSM's school is celebrating Immigration Day this Wednesday. In addition to asking if any grandparents can come in to share their immigration stories, the school encourages children to bring in traditional food and dress. We're working on confirming Abba II's presence, but I'm really stymied by the "traditional food and dress." Mac 'n' cheese and a t-shirt? Fried chicken and jeans? Maybe just all the apple pie and a baseball hat. I mean, our so-called traditional food and dress isn't very exotic... Do all immigrants feel this way when their new country is all like, "Hey share your interesting culture stuff with us"?