I think, if I wrote a book about homeschooling, I would call it How Not to be Eaten Alive by Your Kids. Or How to Prevent Random Hysteria. Yesterday was fun, we made that dinosaur book. Today we read the new edition of Click, which had a fictional story about an Iranian girl who needed her diversity appreciated by the rest of her class, and an article about animal communication. Each species of cricket communicates with a slightly different song. Who would have thunk it.

Mr. Crazy just can't keep his clothes on. If a drop of water spills on his top, off it goes. If he feels sweaty, off come the pants. He always manages to get pee on his undies while standing at the throne, so off they come too, which leaves him in his birthday suit until I cajole him back into some kind of covering.

Cooking: pizza, muffins, grilled cheese in the works. Tomorrow more bread. To put eggs in it, or not?