Vetoed

I’d chosen a Nova piece on volcanoes for tonight’s viewing pleasure. It showed briefly people fleeing the eruption of a volcano, the soles of their feet burned through, and stacks of dead bodies.

H.o.p.: You’re my mom, you’re not supposed to show me things like that. It’s too disturbing for an eight-year-old to see.

Enough of that.

I’ve got sitting here an absolutely useless history book that I ordered online for $28 that we won’t be using. It happens. But you hate wasting that money. Thought I knew what I was getting but was apparently careless this time. But $28! Sorry, it’s worth $1.50 at most. $28! I fluttered it around in Marty’s face last night, berating it and myself for ordering it. $28 for this! And I can’t return it.

A number of homeschooling resources charge incredible prices for their materials.

H.o.p. has decided we need a real vacation. Despite the fact I’ve told him we can’t do it right now, he finished packing this evening. Carries in one of his backpacks and sits it down next to me and announces, “I finished packing for the trip!”

“All toys, right?” I said.

“Uh, yeah. Megablocks and Legos.”

H.o.p. right now is doing a Flash presentation on synonyms. What is he concentrating on? The artwork of course. Y’know, there are books and Flash presentations he won’t use simply because he doesn’t like the illustrations? He likes this presentation.