We’ve officially made it through the first week of school. Little Miss has decided that she isn’t a fan, and she doesn’t hesitate to let me know her opinions.
Mommy, I don’t like school, she announces as she gets off the bus.
Oh, Sweetie. Whyever not? I stumble and stall as I try to figure out how to mitigate this – and quickly.
Well, the day is wayyyyyyyyyy too long. And they make me work hard. And I don’t like to work hard, she states quite matter of factly, like it should be obvious to everyone.
I sigh. Yes, but you have to work hard to get what you want in life, Sweet Pea. You have to work hard and study so that you can learn all the important things you need to know in life. When you have a job, there are all sorts of skills that you need that you can only learn by working hard. Doctors have to know lots about science. Engineers have to know lots about math. Geologists have to know lots of science, too. What do you want to be when you grow up? I smiled triumphantly, sure that I had the infallible argument behind me.
I want to be a bus drive when I grow up! she exclaimed excitedly.
Oh? Yeah. So much for that infallible argument. I’m still marshaling my resources on this one. Any suggestions? Other than boarding school, that is. I came up with that one all on my own.