Every now and again, we decide that the snowflakes aren't doing sufficient 'schoolwork', and start planning to make them do more. Generally, the response is a rather vocal riff on the theme of "We don't want to do school! We hate schoolwork!" So I guess we're lucky that they do so much without us having to make them.
This afternoon they start their game of Going on Holidays, which involves packing their bags, working out where to fly and then setting up their hotel room. Today's destination is one of their favourites, Adelaide, and the luggage includes many books to read before bed. Since they are so delighted with their makeshift hotel beds in the playroom, Daddy Snow makes up a roaring fire to keep it warm enough for them to camp there overnight. Snowflake #3 eventually decides that she would feel more secure in her own bed, but the elder two stay put.
So what do they do once they've had enough of the Holidays game? They invent a new game: Doing School Homework. I have explained about homework because #2 wanted to know what that heading in her diary was. Recalling my own homework days, I reflected on how fortunate they are to have so much unstructured time, but evidently they feel that homework is something to try on for size. When I go out to check on them, I find both of them earnestly working away on their self imposed assignments. #1 is writing out the alphabet, analysing which letters he thinks look the messiest and systematically practising them by the pageload. Meanwhile, #2 is copying out the numbers 1 to 100; this is the first time she has ever managed to write all the numerals without reversing any of them.
Since they don't go to sleep until almost 10pm, I'm expecting them to wake up late. I'm wrong: #1 is thumping around by 6.45am. I investigate, and discover that he's looking for his times table chart. He wants to laminate it, and no, he can't wait until after breakfast, he needs to play with it now!
But, of course, none of this is schoolwork. Because they hate schoolwork.
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