Yesterday the kids were apparently 
acting out some mutated version of what Hanna has been learning about in US History. Working in the kitchen, I tried to listen in but all I could discern was that it involved pilgrims and Indians – which seemed odd considering that since we’ve passed Thanksgiving most of their skits currently revolve around taking turns performing their own (often lyrically-challenged) versions of Christmas classics. As I gave up and walked out of the kitchen all I could hear was the small boy exclaiming indignantly to one of his sisters –
“Stop telling me what to do, Sackadoodle!!”
“Buddy, it’s Sacagawea.”
Goodness only knows what his 4th grade history teacher will have to un-teach him by the time he makes it to US History.
