"I'm hungry!"
"I just came to get a glass of water."
"I can't find the notebook."
"Teachers just don't understand. Why do they pile us up with so much writing?"
"But I already know this. Why do I have to do it again?"
"Yes, yes, I've already started." (The book's not even opened!)
"If I've to do homework, give me my dinner." (As if I don't feed her at all!)
"I'm tired!"
"I'm afraid to sit in that room alone. Can you sit with me at the table?" (All puppy eyes.)
"But you said I can go and play!" ('After doing your homework' wasn't obviously heard.)
And after all this, when finally a word or two are written, along with scowls and frowns, there's still the under-the-breath grumbling...
"When I grow up, I'm going to be a teacher and give you all and my teachers so much homework."
I'm going to hold her to up to this promise when she grows up! And I'm going to have fun watching her when my kiddo has to deal with forty more students in her class when they give such reasons for not doing their homework.
