Soccer Mom: Unplugged

Over the course of this year I have been trying to instill within my 3 young sons an appreciation for the blessing that it is to live in the land of the free and the home of the brave.  We have studied geography and American history, they know the pledge and many patriotic songs better than most adults in this country, I'd wager.  You should hear my four year old sing "America the Beautiful",  it's really something.  In spite of my best intentions, it became clear today that some ideas were still a little muddled. 

We've been learning the song "This land is My Land"  and so I pulled the map off the wall and spread it across the table to talk about where the redwood forests are and to help them identify just exactly where the gulfstream waters lie.  We got carried away discussing all the places we have lived and where mommy and daddy were born.  I showed each of the kids where they were born and we talked about those states.  My four-year old began crying when I reminded him he was born in Georgia.  "No," he said,  "I wanna be from Texas!"  We finally calmed the situation by assuring him that while he was born in Georgia, he definitely had the soul of a Texan.

Later this afternoon, my five year old was playing trains on the porch with a neighbor friend.  "Hey Sarah, this train is named Peter Sam."  He told her, showing off on of his Thomas the Tank Engine trains.  "But he's a little different." he virtually whispered,  "He's from California."

Needless to say I almost wet myself laughing so hard.  I'm sure that must've been something heard on t.v. because I've never said anything that funny in my life, much less around my kids.  I love home schooling.