I am now officially the mother of a tenth grader.
Which means that pretty soon, I will be dealing with AP history, chemistry, dating, curfews, learning permits, driver’s ed and ultimately, the driver’s license, also known as the Holy Grail.
I am also now officially the mother of a fourth grader.
Which means that pretty soon, I will be dealing with Pioneer Days, the violin, long division of three digit numbers and finding common denominators.
If I recall correctly, it took almost one entire school year, buckets of tears, millions of hair follicles, ten years off my life and a dent in our kitchen’s brick wall in the shape of my head to convince this recently graduated third grader that 8 x 6 = 48.
All things considered, I think I’ll take my chances with sitting in the passenger seat of a ten year old Honda that leaks transmission fluid while my tenth grader gets behind the wheel and drives 55+ miles an hour on a four lane expressway in rush hour traffic for the first time in her life.
It probably has a better mortality rate than converting fractions into decimals.