granny knows latin

When I was in high school, my mom made me take Latin. She told me I had to take two years of Latin and two years of French. After one year of pure hell and an expensive tutor, I BEGGED my mom to let me quit. I finally convinced her that I would take three years of French to make up for the one less year of Latin. I couldn't get out fast enough.

This year my son is taking Latin.

In fifth grade.

LET THAT SINK IN, PEOPLE.

I'm all about homeschooling, but I AM NOT QUALIFIED to teach or tutor him in this subject.

So, this weekend, I brought in the big guns. Granny. The Latin Lady, herself.

Oh, what sweet revenge. I've got her helping my son with his Latin today. HAHA.

But the best part of this story, people, is what Gavin whispered to me when she stepped out of the room.

"Mom! Granny is DRIVING ME UP THE WALL!! I thought maybe this would be a bonding thing for us. But instead? No."

I'm sitting behind my computer, snapping pictures and hiding. This is the most amusing thing I've seen in a long time.

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.