My 7-year-old son is in 2nd grade this year. His homework is set up a little differently in that every week is given a list of things to do and he just needs to accomplish 5 of them by the next Friday. Great. There are math worksheets, online spelling activities, and even some games.
Getting my kid to do homework is like getting my husband to drink an IPA. It’s not going to happen. But there is one homework activity he really likes, a game called BANG! Basically, he has to cut out words that are typed on cardstock paper, put them in a bag, and shake them up. In each set of words, there is the word BANG! on one card. After you’ve mixed them all up, one person draws a card, reads it out loud to another person, and they have to correctly spell the word to get the point. If you draw the BANG! card you have to give all your points to the other person. Each week there are more cards that are added to pile. So, by the end of the year, this is going to be the longest game ever! I’m sure there’s a way to incorporate drinking. I’ll get back to you on that.
One day, he comes home from school and asks if we can play BANG! Keep in mind it’s one of those nights where there are about 47,000 things going on and I’m already running around like a chicken with my head cut off. The 2-year-old wants her done, but not the way I’ve already done it. The 1-year-old is pissed only because it’s the afternoon and for no other reason. My husband had just gotten home from work so he was busy receiving love and praise from the children simply for walking through the door. And I’m preparing 3 different meals for 6 people. I looked at my 7-year-old with a look that could only be described as “are you fucking kidding me right now?” But I restrained myself. I said, “Not tonight, honey. But maybe Mommy and Josh will play BANG! later.” Mostly just to see if my husband was paying attention. He was. We both had a good chuckle through the chaos. He laughed because of the play on words. I laughed because there was no way we would actually have mid-week sex.
We went through the evening as usual. Ate, put the kids to bed, passed out on the couch watching something too stupid to even remember, went to bed. Now, allow me to preface this next part with I am NOT a morning person. I am barely a person at all in the morning. I am an evil being that will rip your head off if you breath wrong. All of which are great traits to have with children by the way. That being said, I get up with my son the next morning at 6:30, get him breakfast and sit in practical silence until it’s time for him to go to the bus. As I’m getting his things ready by the back door he says, “Oh hey, Mom. Did you and Josh play BANG! last night?” It was like manna from the comedy gods. So genuine. So sincere. He definitely thought we were going to do his homework while he slept. All I could think to say was, “No, we were too tired, but don’t talk to Josh about it. He’s pretty upset.”
I immediately told my husband the story to which he simply replied, “What the hell is wrong with you?”
I can’t wait until my son can read this when he’s older.