The SON'ny side of my life

             Children can be such puzzles, that if we sit and try to put pieces together, we'd take a lifetime.
Just when I assume..yes, the keyword being assume, because nothing is an absolute yes., that i've got my sons' traits all fitted into my understanding, he goes and blows it up.

Case here being.- The school tests are in progress now. Its a boring task I know for most kids and especially boys. We spend half the day trying to get him to start. Most times, either a very important program on tv takes up time, or that movie which he loves (he also stresses on the fact that it is a children's movie) is on at that time. Not to ignore that, the very said movie has been recorded, watched a million times, and the repeats are on through the whole week.
But who is to convince him. NO way..I've finally realised , its easier to let him watch for the said '5' minutes then go straight out and switch the tv off. Works most times. And slowly it has also given him the trust that I do what I say, and also if I gice him permission for 5 minutes, I mean it.

But the issue comes once he starts studying. He loves sletching and he's brilliant when it comes to 'work with hands'. Physics was a gentle breeze, with him explaining the chapters with so much passion. That I loved revising that subject with him.

Now coming to English Literature...the less said the better, i'd say.
He hates to do annotation saying it makes no sense to explain something that the poet could have written in simple language. He can't seem to umderstand why they say things in cryptic codes. So each time , I give him time to revise, there's absolute silence around the house. Its not a good sign at all , if one were to know my son. I call out to him, and when I call out to him, he sheepishly comes and with a proud smile shows me some artwork he'd have been busy with. The problem here is not what he has done, because it'll be so good, one can't stop smiling and be proud that he's done that. He is one smart cookie.

This was what was made with the connector sketch pens (don't ask me why they were out in the first place) - A tanker that moves too

English Non-detailed - This years classic is Robinson Crusoe. He says that answers cannot be detailed explanations because it clearly says 'NON-DETAILED'...I now think twice before I ask or say something to him.

We finally managed to finish the subject ...much to my exasperation...
But when he did walk out of the house I could see a sly smile on his face..sigh!!! wonder what he's upto??

This poem I read so sums up the lives of my boys...

“No sight so sad as that of a naughty child," he began, "especially a naughty little girl. Do you know where the wicked go after death?"

"They go to hell," was my ready and orthodox answer.

"And what is hell? Can you tell me that?"

"A pit full of fire."

"And should you like to fall into that pit, and to be burning there for ever?"

"No, sir."

"What must you do to avoid it?"

I deliberated a moment: my answer, when it did come was objectionable: "I must keep in good health and not die.”
― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

This was my day 9 post for the 'Marathon Bloggers'