We've been studying the same spelling list for about two weeks. The same spelling list. Almost every day, we'd go over the spelling list. I hate the spelling list. Elf hates the spelling list. Emperor hates the spelling list. Emperor has had to put up with the spelling list because Elf keeps bombing the spelling list.
We just took a final test today and called it good. We're just done with this spelling list. Ever do that? Just say you're done. You can come back to it later... or not. You have other things to do... Well, that's my reasoning, anyway.
I had to cut Emperor's hair because it was a full inch and a half long and he hates being able to look UP and see hair! He keeps twirling it and making little scissor motions with his fingers... so I had to do it. I just knew what would happen if I didn't! He admitted to me after I was finished that he thought he'd get the scissors out soon.
So Elf is reading about Pocahantas while I'm cutting hair. I loved hearing this story about the brave young woman. She really did get a bad deal out of life. But in the story the writer is describing the "palefaces."
"Yes, you are pale... you know, you have no colour?"
"That is not true!" counters Emperor. "BLACK people have no colour. White is all the colours put together. So I have colour. Those people are wrong!"
Look out, world. Emperor is a young man "of colour." He'd make a crummy homeschool Klansman, I think. To hear some people tell it, we're trying pretty hard anyway, though.