I was less then patient with the children today, but the day ended well. We did a very unschooly thing and went to the park at 9 o'clock this evening. It was cold and invigorating and perfect. Casey asked Ronnie, "Daddy, am I dreaming?" Ronnie told him no he wasn't dreaming. Casey says, "Good I like it when I'm not dreaming." In the past, we wouldn't have considered going out on a Thursday evening in the cold to play in the dark. I would have said, no it's too late, it's too cold. But most of the time these days I think, why not? Connor wasn't ready to leave, poor baby. He was asleep before we got home.
Sweet unschooling.
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