So Mim has decided that she can speak in a French accent. No, she can't. She just thinks she can. She especially likes to pull it out in the evenings when she's supposed to be going to bed.
"Dahn't zhou lahk ma Frenzh ahceunt?"
Actually, though, I do, because it's pretty cute. She gets a very mischievous grin on her face when she's "speaking French". Why is it that our kids always pull out the cute stuff just when you're making them go to sleep for the night?
Zaya has now decided to retaliate by speaking in a "German" accent. No, he doesn't have a German accent any more than she has a French one, but I've decided what they need for Christmas.
School is progressing well, because we're now forced to stick to more of a schedule. Gone are the days where the kids can amble out of bed at 7:30 and dawdle for an hour or more over breakfast and getting dressed, only to complain when I tell them that it's time to start school at 9:00 or thereabouts.
Now we're into the bunk house by 6:45 every morning, and the kids settle down to school as soon as Daddy and the other volunteers leave at 8:00. It's working very well, and I've even discovered that they don't need me hovering right over them all the time either. It's good for all of us.