J is quite the guy. When homework time is looming, he is always in the kitchen. I don't know how it happens, just that it does. The thing about this is that he'll get something started on the stove or in the oven and then start homework again. All of a sudden I'll smell some retched and without skipping a beat, J is up and running to the kitchen to smooth over what ever is going on. Since we've lived in Flaggy, he's lit the oven on fire twice. It's a truly frightening ordeal, but he using the fire as a teaching moment for chemistry.
Today the oven didn't catch on fire. Luckily water just boiled all the way from the pot to our kitchen floor. Either way, we're both slap happy from being in summer school for 6 hours.
|Gotta love his Sunday pants, vans and a t shirt. Also, our unhappy baby, Camy.|