school

Marlo’s kindergarten teacher sends home a folder every monday with a few bits of homework, little worksheets to help her with letters and numbers. I guess she picked up on Leta’s disdain for the whole concept because now if you ask her about school the first thing she’ll mention is how much she hates homework. Having to trace all those M’s and S’s, plowing all those fields, cleaning out all those toilets, scrubbing all those floors on her hands and knees.

I’m calling it right now that one day I’m going to find her actually trying to get Coco to eat these worksheets.