She Even WRITES in Southern...

It may be time for us to move. Back up North.

Nooze, now in the First Grade, has homework. To the tune of ONE HOUR PER NIGHT. That, in itself, isn't really what bothers me. If anything, I feel that it provides routine and positive work habits.



She is also being taught by an old school Granola Momma: a HIPPIE, if you will. Anyone who knows me will understand this is also not a bad thing. If anything, I find comfort in the ankle length jumpers and Birkenstocks.



However, Mrs. Granola Momma (Mrs. G. for short) allows the children to write phonetically. It is quite ingenious, really. She then takes the most common words and forms their spelling tests.



Nooze writes exactly as she speaks. This is what has me concerned.




See for yourself:

She wint to the mol, wint to find her toy, and is deciding who she wonts to plye with.

When speaking of her Momma's size, however, she does not waiver. No misspellings to be found there, eh?!

When I teasingly quizzed her about the sentence, she stammered, "Well, I'm young, so I'm little. You're old, so you're big..."

Ouch.

It's time to give You: On a Diet a second, third and fourth look. And put some stock into a vat or three of anti-wrinkle cream.

Next up, feel free to read about her favorite animal (and her alternate nickname):

I may have to resort to drastic measures on this kid. Next summer, I may send her to MAINE. A few weeks in The County should fix her up but good.