The sky was too blue this morning and the temperature was already 65 degrees--we just couldn't do school inside on such a nice day. Fritz's grandparents had brought a robot-looking kite when they came out last weekend and it had yet to take a maiden flight.
There's a large field behind our property. It's been cleared for a subdivision but let's just say I think we'll be able to fly our kite there for some time to come. The robot soared to the end of the string. For a while I think we caught the attention of a hawk who was wondering what that other object was invading his air space.
Then I had guilt pangs that we should do something scholastic. I started quizzing Fritz on his times tables. Somewhere along the line, Fritz has picked up the idea of simple algebra--he calls it a do/undo box. "You stick a number into the do box and it gets multiplied by 5 and then you add three and 18 pops out. What's the original number?" Then he sticks 18 in the undo box and reverses the process to see a 3 went in originally. I quizzed him on math and "do boxes" for half an hour and he was still asking for more. I told him my brain was tired.
"Okay," he said "I'll ask the questions. I've got a BILLION questions in my head."