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Otaku.

10 Sep

Once a month I’ll be taking my kids to a local library for Otaku Anime Club. My daughters (mostly the oldest) are obsessed with anime, mangas and Japanese culture. I thought it would be a great club for them to join. It would also take care of some of that pesky socializing that non-homeschooling people tend to worry about.

Their first meeting was Saturday. It was to last an hour and a half and I figured I’d get some work done for ABH and let the boy and little one mingle with the kids in the children’s section. When we arrived, there were only two people there. Two teen boys that were very otaku anime typical. I mean, I couldn’t have pictured them any other way. SM even told me they argued over what was better…Netflix or Hulu and other geeky stuffz. Anyway, they started introductions and the little ones and I went about our way.

 

I really wanted to go medieval on a few of the little kids that were playing in the children’s section. Their parents dropped them off and they were acting as if they were at the playground. Outdoors. In some underdeveloped country. Uh. The librarian came over a few times to quiet them down. I gave her a look to let her know that they definitely weren’t with me. RS read a few books, and NK gave the stink eye to a kid for 20 minutes before deciding to try to play with her.

I got no work done. Figures. After an hour and a half, I went to see if the girls were ready. The lights were out in the room and they were watching some anime that I couldn’t recognize because they all look the same to me. I know. Blasphemy. I figured they started a bit late and may have needed more time, so I went back to the Hell’s Angels in the children’s section. After 5 minutes I couldn’t take it anymore, and moved the Littles close to a table of boys playing a Dungeons and Dragons card game. They were less rambunctious and my tension eased.

20 more minutes passed and the fact that food was calling my name sent me to check on the girls again. Still watching?? I had enough and risked embarrassing them. When I opened the door, there were 3 boys near the front of the room and my girls sitting in the WAY back together. WHAT? This is NOT socializing. I waved them over and they said goodbye to the club supervisor and kids. Once outside I complained that they could have done THAT at home. I mean, they were watching a show that we could have watched on Netflix, and they were sitting together. =/

They said they still enjoyed themselves and want to go back next month. Not sure what for? Maybe they’ll open up next month. Geez.

Stay tuned for our adventures in bowling. I’m putting together a bowling league for the homeschoolers in our area. So far there are 15 kids interested. This could get messy.

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Sibling Bickering – The Boy & The Girl.

31 Dec

My son got a gift this summer that he wasn’t particularly fond of.

“I don’t want it,” he said.

Of course I corrected the attitude, but I couldn’t make him play with it or use it. It remained unused until one day his sister asked him if she could have it. He happily gave it to her and bid good riddance to “that toy.”

Today, “that toy” resurfaced and I’ve been in hell ever since.

Raphael wants his toy back.

Shaelyn says, no way.

Raphael would like to play with it now.

Shaelyn says, not happening.

Of course Raphie runs to me to get a final verdict. I tell him that if he has given the toy to his sister, it is now hers and he has no say over it. The only thing he can do is ask her nicely if he can have it back.

He did.

She declined.

OH. MAH. GAH. That scenario has played over and over all day.

Now, Shaelyn likely couldn’t give a rat’s butt bone about the toy, but she’s starting to purposely torment him, by playing with it loudly in another room.

He scoffs.

She grins.

Here was the conversation I just witnessed:

OUT OF THE BLUE

Shae: Well, you know you aren’t going to get it back.

Raph: It was mine first.

Shae: You gave it to me. It’s mine. And I’m keeping it. I’m just letting you know that.

Raph: Well, you aren’t really cooperating with my lesson.

Shae: Lesson?

Raph: The lesson that Mommy taught me.

Shae: What is it?

Raph: She told me to appreciate my gifts.

Shae: Yeah? And?

Raph: I would like you to give me back my gift so I can A-PPRE-CIATE it now.

Shae: Never.

Raph: That’s horrible.

Help.

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