Natalie was like, "We have to build a diorama."
I went, "Fabulous. You can get started."
Because I won't do projects for the kids.
She decided to do one of the ocean. She also had to select a sea creature. She picked a great white shark.
"This isn't much fun for me," she said as she cut out paper for the diorama.
"Welcome to life," I answered.
I did help her with the hot glue gun. Otherwise I picture hot glue everywhere: the floor. The walls. On skin.
She also had to type out a report. She was PISSED. This is because she pecks at the keys with one finger so it took her forever.
"I AM NOT HAVING FUN!" she kept yelling.
I ignored her.
She finally finished and was in a foul mood for a bit.
"That," she informed me in a haughty voice, "was awful."
But she did it.
And guess what?
She got an A. Higher than an A, really.
She earned it, because I made her do it on her own. I went with her to turn in the diorama because I picture it somehow being crushed on her walk to school. You could so tell when parents did most of the work on some dioramas. How that helps a kid is beyond me. Yes listening to Natalie whine is irritating.
But it's worth it in the end.
(But I still inwardly groan whenever my kids bring home a paper for a project.)