Homework? Seriously?

Okay, who assigns homework for 1st graders over spring break? Seriously. Nathan is supposed to write in a scrapbook daily during spring break. I finally learned in life not to procrastinate. Nathan, however, does not want to learn this lesson. Granted, it would be easier to have something to write about if we had actually gone on a vacation, but we didn't. Don't get me wrong, Nathan has enjoyed his break - sleeping in until 9 or later, flexible shower times, playing with his buddies on the block.

But apparently that sameness seems to be stymieing the kid's creativity. "What did you do yesterday, Nathan? Just write that down." "I don't remember." "Well, you played capture the flag with Max and his brother. You rode your bicycle. You played with the kittens down the street. You played video games." "Those don't make any sense." "What do you mean, they don't make any sense?" "Those sentences aren't good enough." "Okay, well, make up your own." "I can't think of anything." This cycle rapidly devolves into tears, snot and enforced incarceration on the couch until he manages to think of something. Yesterday the whole fiasco lasted about an hour and a half. I left Eric to deal with it today while I went to the commissary.