Yes, You May

We are a homeschooling family. At least partially. Meyson and Brianna go to public school because they always have and, for the most part, that's where they want to be. Cody went to a private kindergarten after spending six weeks in a public school that she and I hated equally. The irony there is that I spent the six months before her first day of kindergarten visiting no less than six different elementary schools in two different school districts to find the right one for us. Somebody should have told me that you can also hand pick your teacher. Or maybe it worked out better this way.

Before anyone gets offended, let me just say that I don't think there is anything wrong with public school, homeschooling just works better for me. I'm a control freak. The first step is admitting it and, apparently, the second is homeschooling.

Anyway, because I teach my daughter everyday, I was able to decipher this:

"dir momy my hoolluhooq is in the groj maigo git it sind me a nathr noot abaoot it from cody"

into:

"Dear Mommy,
My hula-hoop is in the garage. May I go get it? Send me another note about it.
From,
Cody"

She slipped this note under my door while I was in the shower this morning. While school is in session here, I am very strict about spelling and spacing, but when she is left to her own devices, laziness prevails.

My response to her note:

"yesuma luv mom"