Shark Boy hates doing homework. Hates.
Well sure, what's to like? It's not fun. He's been at school all day, he goes to After Care and does his math homework and then gets to play a bit, then comes home to reading and spelling and Spanish or whatever else. It's a heck of a lot of school work each day.
I heard a couple of moms talking this weekend about how their daughters just come home and do the homework. With minimal complaining. With minimal assistance. They just do it. My daughter was like that too.
Boys, they seemed to be saying, make a Big Dramatic Issue out of it, with heaps of complaining and sides of whining and a metric ton of assistance required to do it. So far, this has been generally true of Shark.
Tonight we were writing sentences with his spelling words. One word was "mistake." I suggested, "I made a mistake." (I'm a creative genius.) (Also, homework at our house employs the KISS principle so that we all make it out alive.)
He felt he couldn't say that because the teacher would think he actually did make a mistake.
I replied, "Then write that Bob made a mistake." (We don't know anyone named Bob.)
He laughed and giggled and happily wrote that Bob messed up.
I can't always make it fun. Sometimes we're all unhappy.
We suspect boys mature later than girls. (I bet you've never ever heard that theory ever right?) And at this age, it's just plain harder for most boys to do homework than it is for most girls. (There is always the exception of course.)
So, anyone with an older boy want to tell us when he'll begin to come home and apply himself to his school work without any help or trouble?