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We are looking for humorous, warm anecdotes and true stories illustrating that homeschooling is the best educational alternative around.

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Citing Your Sources

My daughter was competing in a science fair, and one of the judges scoring her project was asking her questions about the project. He asked her, “Where is your data?” Partly because of this judge’s accent and pronunciation, and partly because the auditorium was so crowded and noisy, she thought she heard him say, “Where is your dada?”

My daughter replied, “My dada? He’s over there with my mama.”

—by John G. / Pensacola, FL

Classified Conversation

I knew my 7-year-old had understood our grammar lesson when, later in the day, she came to me and said, “Mom, I have three things to say. One is an interrogative and two are declaratives.”

—by Suzan G. / Linwood, NY

Accounts Receivable

My 6-year-old son was taking speech therapy at our local elementary school. During speech, he was coloring a picture of a car wash while working on the “sh” sound. The picture contained four cars, along with a sign that read, “Car Wash—$2.00 a Car!”

Needing to keep my son busy for a few more minutes until the other two children in the class finished their pictures, the teacher asked if he knew how much money he would make if he washed all those cars.

Coming from an entrepreneurial family, my son quickly responded, “Twelve dollars.” The teacher inquired why he would make twelve dollars.

Without missing a beat, my son replied that he would make a dollar tip from each customer because he did such a good job!

—by Danette W. / Fort Worth, TX

One Man’s Junk, Another Man’s Treasure

The year God called us to start homeschooling, excited that my children could now grow in their specific interests and gifts, I put a box in the basement full of “dead” radios, etc., for later exploration by my future inventors. Two years and many creations later, my husband bought a new vacuum for us.

I asked what he was going to do with the old one and reacted with dismay when he answered, “Let the boys take it apart.”

He quickly silenced my then-and-future concerns about having more “junk” in the house with this enthusiastic reply, which has become a house and school motto: “This junk’s going to change the world!”

—by Cass H. / Sabetha, KS

Out of a Love for Science

Eight-year-old Faith was reading a science book aloud and fluently rattling off a long list of mammals. Suddenly, she stopped with a puzzled expression.

I prompted her, “ox.”

She laughed and quipped, “I thought it was ‘kiss and hug.’ ”

—by Barb W. / Willow River, MN

The Shape of Early Learning

One morning, I was explaining to my 12-, 10-, and 5-year-old children how their baby brother, age 6 months, is learning all the time, even when we aren’t aware of it.

I said, “When he babbles, he’s learning to talk—that’s language arts! When he’s trying to crawl, that’s physical education! And when he’s trying to get that plastic block in his mouth, like right now … "

I was going to say that he was learning fine motor skills, but my 10-year-old math whiz interrupted and blurted out, “THAT’S GEOMETRY!”

—by Karen K. / Suisun City, CA

Math Worth the Wait

On one of our “real math” days, I decided to bake cookies with our two young boys. After the discussion, measuring, mixing, and cleaning, the boys claimed the spoils: licking the bowl and spoon. It was then that our 7-year-old commented, “Good things come to those who bake!”

—by Beth M. / Carmel, IN

Zeroing in on Learning

One day we were at the store, and my mom offered to buy us frozen yogurt to share. My little sister Maggie said, “I want my own!”

But my mom said, “No. You can either share or have zero.”

“Fine!” said Maggie, “I’ll have zero.”

As we walked back to the car, Maggie saw that we had our treats and she had nothing. She started to cry, and my mom asked what was wrong.

Maggie replied, “Where’s my zero?”

—by AnnaBelle A. (11) American Canyon, CA