Here’s a joy of homeschooling I’ve never heard anyone mention: the opportunity to be crude, rude, and ill-bred during spelling dictation. Keeps the boredom away, and gives that good dose of giggles and groans that everyone needs as often as an apple a day. This morning I was able to be creative with an illness theme:
croaked He croaked and then vomited.
does He does not want to vomit.
moaned He moaned when he vomited.
owned He owned a bucket into which he vomited.
You get the idea!
Yes, I should be extremely embarrassed to be revealing this side of my personality. I do these things mainly because I get such indignation and consternation from my son—what a blast to get a rise out of him!