As a mother and a homeschooler, I take seriously my obligation to the kiddios to provide educational experiences, and to make those seemingly less-than-educational situations bear fruit, as well. Therefore when we looked up yard sales on Craigslist this morning, I handed the GPS to Mojy and had him figure out which ones were closest to us, and then plot our course. As we cruised along the highway, kept up a running patter for my captive audience. "Look, there's exit 6...which exit are we looking for? Oh, exit 8a? I wonder why it's called 8a and not just 8?"
As we passed blinged-out-domes that grace our Capitol Building, an excited little voice interrupted my shpiel.