Please tell me that the math fight will eventually end. Please tell me that the end won't involve me being carted away in a straight jacket, or handcuffs.
I thought we were done with it. Math was being done first thing in the morning, efficiently and correctly. No fights, no arguments, no resistance. It was an expected part of the day.
Then we came to something that he didn't understand. He just couldn't progress. Come to find out that is caused by not remembering a basic skill that I know he knew. If his older brother didn't do the same thing I would have thought he bluffed his way through the mastery of the basic skill. It seems my children have "use it or lose it" math brains. They get that from me.
So now we are back to the daily math frustration. It isn't really a fight or battle, because math is still an expected part of the day, but now we have to listen to 20 minutes of "I can't do it!" followed by "I just don't understand math!" and finally the brand of circular illogical reasoning that only this child can come up with.
Wish me luck.
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