Another week, another homework set for the lass.
She sat down and started working through it. She has spelling words and reading or sight words as well as math and the like.
One of the first pieces of work she started was a short writing assignment. She has to write a story about a bike. She read through the page, thought about it for a few seconds, then turned the page over and started writing her story.
The boy happened by at that time and took a look at what she was doing. Seeing that she was writing her story on the “finished” page, he said without the slightest trace of irony “You should write that on a separate paper first, then copy it onto that page.”
The lass grunted in his general direction. I facepalmed myself so hard I saw stars.
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at least she only grunted …