I could deal with the worksheets that came home, with the letter of the week to trace and pictures to cut out and glue to the paper.
Even the special "decorate your own snowman" assignment this winter was no problem, as the teacher provided the circles to cut out and my son decorated it all by himself.
We're in the home stretch now, people. Just over a month to go.
That's why that little blue paper in my son's folder the other day was such a shock. A slap in the face, really.
It's a project. An art project "for you to complete with your child." Which we all know really means "attempt to show up all the other moms by doing a multi-media presentation."