When I was in grade one, I finished school at three every day. When I got home, I threw my schoolbag away without a trace, and heaven and earth could do anything. No, it's too much. It's similar to going to a tree or a field. I don't know what homework is.
Paopao asked me to accompany her when she was doing her homework. So, I sat next to her and brushed my phone. I can't help her write, and I don't want to stare at her strokes. Reading is often interrupted by her, so I can't stand reading carefully. So, I can brush, brush the official account of WeChat. Since joining, in fact, the official WeChat account has probably been abandoned.
"Mom, why do I have to do my homework, while you are looking at your mobile phone? This is not fair! " Bubble asked me with his small eyes askance.
I'm ... I'm dealing with some work. I'm reading on my mobile phone. I'm also studying. I feel guilty when I say this. These words can't fool children or themselves, and set a bad example for children. Paopao is a very clever child. He doesn't touch electronic products except watching cartoons for half an hour every day. I'm afraid this will lead him astray.
What should I do?
I think it is fair for her to do homework similar to hers. After I finished my homework, I asked her to help me correct it, just as I helped her correct it. She thought it was fair.
There should be no point in doing math. English composition can be read, as well as hard-pen calligraphy, which she hates most but can't escape. I was ugly when I was small, but my mother said it didn't look like it? Like what? She is very dissatisfied, just as I am not satisfied with the word bubble now.
My mother may be sneezing. What different children, same mother.
So, I borrowed books, pens and paper from her, and asked her to help me specify the contents, explaining that when she was doing her homework, her mother would do it together, correct it after she finished it, compete with each other and cooperate with each other to win.
Bubbles are surprised and happy, and there is the kind of comfort that "mom finally understands". The modesty and seriousness of the old mother really shocked her.
"Mom, just write this article and chant to the emperor. You'd better recite it." Oh, it's quite demanding.
On the first day of trying, we cooperated very well. She wrote hers and I wrote mine. She also turned around from time to time to supervise me and encourage me.
"Mom, you write very well!"
"Mom, you write so fast!"
"Mom, I can't catch up with you. Wait for me. "
Of course, when she praised me, I was cold-blooded, ignored her, frowned and said, "Mm-hmm." I don't like being disturbed when I'm doing something. I hope she can concentrate, too.
Then she circled my good writing with a pencil, put a small cross in my bad writing and worked out the total score. It's an honor. Mine? Soldiers? I got 100 on the first day. I checked all her homework when she graded me. The efficiency is high and the atmosphere is harmonious. We usually finish our homework in less than an hour and a half.
Calm down and write, although it is still not good, but it feels much better than brushing the phone, closer to the children, and let yourself settle down.
Should I sign up for a hard pen calligraphy class?
I'm Chu Xiao, and I started a new series about chicken feathers. I will show some interesting family stories and try not to have any broken ideas. Interested parties can pay attention to it.