Every week our six-year-old gets a new set of ten spelling words that we practice in the car on the way in to school. My hope is that he turns out to be a better speller than I am. The red squiggly underlines I am staring at right now tell me that that bar is pretty low, so, you know, no worries there.
For homework he gets worksheets that the teacher generates using some online service. One type of worksheet scrambles the letters in the words and generates a list for the kids to unscramble. Here’s an example (please note that I blurred out one of them):
When I checked over his homework that night I stopped on number six, dumbfounded. Surely, there would be filters for this sort of thing, like maybe the teachers eyeballs or something…
Not wanting to cause what I was trying to avoid, I asked the boy “Hey, bud, did you have any trouble with your spelling homework today?” “No,” he said “There was a bad word on it but I didn’t say it.” And with that he went back to eating his dinner, and I went back to biting the inside of my cheek so I wouldn’t laugh.
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