When (Your, You're) Homework Helper is (No, Know) Help

Dear readers, how has your week been?  I didn't intend to be absent from the blog for a week, but life got ahead of me, as life is sometimes known to do.  While I'm accustomed to balancing the demands of teaching four college classes and parenting, I've found myself tired lately. 

Thankfully, respite is on the horizon.  I have spectacular plans to get caught up on sleep, work, and a dozen odds-and-ends around the house during next week's Thanksgiving break.  (I also plan to eat regrettable amounts of turkey, green bean casserole, pumpkin pie, and cinnamon sugar pie crust cookie, but that almost goes without saying.)

But I didn't start this blog post to tell you about my work or the Thanksgiving delectables I've been dreaming about.  Instead, I wanted to tell you about my eight-year-old's homework assignment that I recently found crammed in her backpack.

She's a really smart kid who occasionally rushes through assignments.  Case in point with this exercise on identifying homophones:

Later that night, I saw my husband at the counter with the worksheet in his hand and a smile on his face.  He shook his head, looked at me, and laughed, "The really bad thing is that I checked this for her."

Sometimes, it turns out, {your, you're} homework helper is {no, know} help at all.

Obviously, we need to issue a fair warning to our children regarding our skill sets.  If it involves math, go to dad.  If it involves language, go to mom.

(As a shout-out to any fellow language geeks out there, here's a homonym game for you.  It's always the other one!)