Last night, my ten year old daughter played in the first round of softball playoffs for her spring league (regular season champions, thankyouverymuch).
Even though she worked on homework from the time she got home from school until the time we left for the game, she still had a bundle of it left to finish after her shower. Because her teacher allows it and because it was almost 9:30 PM, while she completed her math, I worked on typing a report for her. I didn’t change her writing, no matter how much it killed me not to.
I typed that paper word for word. Okay, okay…there was one exception.
Her report on slave turned activist, Sojourner Truth, had facts…I’ll give her that, but I’m pretty sure she took a little liberty with the sentence, “I think Sojourner Truth had a great sense of humor”.