Homeschool siblings argue, insult each other, and tattle-tale just like other kids, but their communications tend to have an “educated” sound to them. Like the day Tristan wailed to me from the other room, “Mom, Taylor hit me in the head and now my skull is in nine pieces!”
“How many is it supposed to have?” I asked.
“Eight.”
Go ahead, look it up.
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