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Fractions Worksheet

T, I was on the computer last night and mom was going through some papers.

You came to the kitchen table and sat down beside us saying you “had homework to do.”

(I mean, you don’t actually have homework to do. You just like being like your sisters, and say you have homework to do.)

But I glance over and you are working diligently on a fractions worksheet you didn’t get to finish in class.

Fractions?!

You asked me to explain one of the questions to you – so I explain it in about 10 seconds.

You quietly work by yourself on the rest of the worksheet and then show it to me asking if you got them correct.

And you got every one of them right!

You’re four years old. 🙃

It should be noted that TAS Montessori arranges children by ability and not by age – so you are in class with 2nd grades right now.

Gee, I hope you do ok in Pre-K next year! 🤣

You smart little cookie.

I love you.

-Dad

I just wanted to say that I love chapel days with y’all.

Of course, it’s different now that mom and I have to switch off with H and K at different campuses…

But I love it.

There is something innocent and beautiful about children singing songs to Jesus.

And T and I even get IHOP sometimes afterward. 🤣

I love you.

-Dad

K, you did some morning homework a few weeks ago and I forgot to document it.

See, you had a respiratory infection and the doctor had you on antibiotics and some steroids.

The steroids are a necessary evil – but I don’t love y’all taking them.

Why?

It gives you an insatiable appetite and makes it nearly impossible to sleep well (roid rage and all).

All that to say, you are 8 years old, and with steroids giving you a boost of extra energy, you woke up at 4 AM.

What did you do? Watch TV? Play Legos?

You got out your math packet (not due for a week) and finished it alone in the dark morning hours…

I mean, 🤣.

Seriously though, I am so proud of how you are doing in school.

You get your work done without being prodded, and you get nearly a 100 on everything you touch.

Point and case?

The last report card you got – you had a grade of 94 in P.E. – and it was your lowest grade!

I love you.

-Dad