Home Schooled Kids

Yup! We're home schooled and right proud of it. There ain't no better way ta go. In fact, I do believe that ya jes' don't get the same good learnin' like ya do when ya home school. Us kids are right proud of that thar' fact. So, I thought I would share this conversation we had amongst ourselves tuh other day in that contraption y'all call a vehicle. We was drivin' home from a bull sale (Went purty good, too. but I'm a-gonna post 'bout that later) We were talkin' 'bout a comedian who had mentioned a game called Badminton. Course, my mama tells me it is spelled that way, but it really sounds like it should be spelled Badmitten. Don't ya think? Any hoow, we was talkin' and Caleb, he's the youngest, asked what it was -he don't hear too well all tuh way in duh back seat. He kept on askin' and finally Josh heard 'im and said, "Some town!"


I laughed. What a bright kid he was! Ha, "That ain't badmitten," I said. "Bad mitten is that game where you put on a glove, or mitten, with Velcro on it. Then ya throw a ball between two persons. It's got to be one of them fluffy balls so it sticks to the mitt." Now ma an' pa start a laughin'. We kids look real perplexed. We had it right, didn't we?

Let me tell ya something about home school parents. They ain't the kind to just give ya an aswer. No siree. They gotta make you give SEVERAL answers. Even if ya get the first one wrong, they make ya answer again. So, instead of tellin' us what bad mitten really is (yup, I admit that I was pure-dee wrong too), they decide to ask the oldest and smartest of us all. Becca steps up to the plate to make a hit. We was a laughin' at how silly we was (we ain't too proud to admit our faults). Becca is real smart, I tell ya. Real smart. When pa asks her what bad mitten is, she pauses for a second and says, "Well, let me think about it." We wait and she replies after a bit.

"Ain't it that game kind of like tennis? 'Cept you have a little net thing, kind of like a pocket, on the head of your stick. Then ya throw the ball back and forth and try to catch it in that thar pocket?"

We sit there all a puzzled as ma and pa start laughin' again. They decide to tell us what Badminton is. It kind of took the hot air right out of us. Kind of felt like we was deflatin', sort of. However, if any one asks us what Badminton is, we can right enough tell ya.







Sarah