Vegetables ~~ Bad.Mom..Best.Mom..

Son: Mom, Today hor, Teacher Tan asked us to read "vegetables" as in Ve.ji.tay.bles.  Shouldn't it be read as veg.tur.bles.?  Some more hor, she told us she went to university.  And she made us read so many times ve.ji.tay.bles!

Mom: Didn't you want to correct her?

Son: Surely not! She will kill me right away!

Mom: LOL...


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The boy has been getting loads of homework since the day school reopens.  He knows he has to complete his homework so no issues here but what drives me up the wall is he likes to dilly dally his time away.  He gets up from his chair whenever he hears the slightest sound outside and check if his daddy is home.  He updates me on what happens at school that day which is fine for me as I am more than happy to lend my listening ears but but but... he wants to be part of it too when I chat with his dad and in whatever that we do!! 

 

On days when he comes home with mountain piles of homework and with his dilly dallying attitude, he drags his homework till the next morning which is supposedly to be our revision time.  I am pissed! We had a debate while in the car on the way to school...

 

Mom: I am a bad mom.

 

Son: No, you are not. You are the best mom!

 

Mom: No, I know I am the baddest mom in the whole wide world.

 

Son: NO!!!! You are the bestest mom, only that I am bad..

 

Mom: There are no bad students, only bad teachers.

 

Son: NO!!!  There are only bad students, no bad teachers!!

 

Mom: I am a loser mom..

 

Son: No, No, NO!!! You are a winner mom!!!

 

Mom: If I am a winner mom, how can I not teach the son not to dilly-dally??

 

Son: My bad.  *arrives at school* *gives me a peck on my cheek and looks at me with a guilty look on his face* I'll try not to be dilly dally from now on. Bye mom.

 

Mom: *sighs*

 

 

I have no choice but to be strict on this carefree boy of mine.  Perhaps it's too early to judge, but from what I see these two weeks since school reopens, top class merely translates to more homework and more expectations from the teachers.  He still gets back the same lousy BM teacher which means I'll have to coach him intensively like before, top class or not.  On a positive note, the boy's handwriting has improved tremendously as he wants to be at par with his peers. I welcome this positive influence.  Well, at least some consolations apart from the burden of homework.