Don’t Play Ball In The House

On Fridays my kids homework packets are due.

Every Friday morning I quickly flip through the packets to make sure they’re signed before I send the kids off to school for the day.

The other week I realized Kainoa didn’t actually DO much of what was in his packet and because I’ve turned his teacher into one of my new best friends I felt pretty comfortable completing the portion of his packet that wanted him to draw a picture that tells a story for him.

I particularly enjoyed the note she left on the assignment:

“Not sure, I’m kicking the ball at my mom maybe?”

I was disappointed to see Kainoa’s interpretation of the story because I WAS THINKING OF HIS SISTER WHEN I DREW IT.