I’ve been meaning to give another update on homeschooling, now that we have gone for a whole month. But first, here is a fun photo game for you.
What is this?
What do you think this is?
Here’s another view.
C’mon, you got to know it by now. Here’s more of a clue.
Yep. Now you’re getting it. That’s the driver side window of my van. It looked kind of pretty in its shattered state, so I got a little artsy fartsy.
Here’s another question for you… What did this? The police officer who came by my house to file a report said that it looked like a pebble got kicked up by the lawnmower guys or just a big truck driving down the street and it hit my window. I admit that it looks like an accident because nothing was taken and the doors were still locked. The “pebble” was not found when I was sweeping out/vacuuming glass out of the van, however, so I’m not convinced. What could have happened between the hours of 12:30pm and 2:15pm?
For the last few days, I have been parking my car at the end of our driveway to keep the playground ball (and little kids) from bouncing out into the street. We chalked up a four square court and have been playing for recess.
Yesterday, Josh came into our room with a big question mark in his look and said, “Our cars are in the street.” I told him we had been playing four square, and got up to get my keys so that we could move the cars back. Josh still looked confused by my reply and I discovered that he has never played. So we postponed the car moving and got the kids outside to give Daddy a lesson. Once he caught on to the rules, he was like a little kid. He loves playground games. It was a lot of fun.
Getting my window smashed in, however, was not.