Inertia Sucks

We've been doing hands on school this week. Dejunking to be more specific. I have an entire list of areas in our home that will be simplified by the tasks involved. Since the undertaking is too burdensome to leave to one poor soul, everybody is pitching in whether they like it or not.

We have modified our schedule to include a new read aloud not offered by our current curriculum. Making Brothers and Sisters Best Friends. It's painful but pertinent. To practice our newly acquired skills we've all been working together.

During a much needed break yesterday I was catching up on some blogging while Sammy rode his bike in the front and Isaac sat along side the sidewalk and watched. I could see them from my position in front of the computer.

Isaac always has an arsenal with him where ever he goes, usually sticks. An occasional nerf gun, but mostly sticks. "This one" he says with a grin, "is a light saber AND a sword" depending on the circumstances and the opposition I suppose.

I must also add that we had just finished our marathon of "Indiana Jones" by watching the last movie "The Last Crusade" on Saturday night.

Making a pass in front of my window on his bike Sammy raises his hand to wave, at just the same moment Isaac thrusts a stick right into the spokes of the bicycle's front wheel. The scene played out in slow motion...the bike stopped instantly...Sam went over the handlebars and crashed to the ground, lay there for just a moment, and jumped up to finish his wave.

A little scrape on the elbow, he informed me "It's not dripping blood Mom, I'm okay".

That, my dear boys, is inertia at its finest. Class dismissed.