Granted, I don't call it that, because I fear that the PBA will rail against the stigma: "That's for girls."
Yes, in spite of our homeschool status, I know full-well that boys are required to take Home Ec and girls are required to take Shop in public schools...but still. Let's be honest: there's still a stigma.
But since I am teaching the PBA to either be a) self-sufficient, or b) helpful husbands, or c) a combination thereof, there is no getting around Home Ec.
I am fairly certain I have told you this previously, but I apparently feel that it bears repeating.
And for now the Home Ec mostly entails cleaning...of course that has NOTHING to do with the fact that I hate to clean. (And this is cheap labor.)
Almost as much as I hate to cook.
Neither of which you would necessarily know based on my blog b/c I post stuff about cleaning and cooking...but you may know if you actually READ my posts. Because I have
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But I digress.
In the cleaning, I try to make sure they give the same attention to detail that I do (or at the very least SOME attention to detail); par example (a teeny, tiny French lesson for you; this means "for example" but I am certain you recall this from past usage on my part...or at least from your high school etymology class, right?): cleaning out the gook from the hinges on the toilet seat...I still don't understand how this happens. For crying out loud...can "we" not aim?
I know; it's the universal cry from women around the world...continung to not make a difference after 6,000+ years.
But this is one of SEVERAL things to which I try to get them to take notice. And retain. And (dare to dream?!?) copy.
It's a process. That's my mantra. "It's a process. Hmmmmmm." (Visual aide note: envision a person meditating, with legs crossed and eyes closed...that's not what I do but it's how I envision that sentence.)
And within said process, however, there are sometimes additional, unexpected benefits: when they copy your words (and here I'm not talking explicitly about the ones which slipped out in an "Ugly Mommy Moment" and you wish you could shove them all back inside your mouth.)
No, no, I'm talking about words that will only serve to benefit.
Like yesterday, my heart went pitter-patter when I heard my 11yo tell my 12yo: "Don't you use that bathroom! I just cleaned it! Use one that hasn't been cleaned yet!"
Oh, those apples don't always fall so far from the trees.
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