Sometimes homeschooling means smelling up your whole house. And getting bone chips in your hair as you try to expose fish brain.
My younger children are scarred for life over the dissections we’ve been cramming in this month. Emphatically spoken, “Mom, I don’t WANT to do dissection when I’m in high school!”
To which I reply, “Okay. You don’t have to.” And I mean it. I don’t know if we will do this again, even if we do it in the winter when we can do it outside.
I took pictures of our last dissection because it was incredibly smelly and difficult. Just skip them if you’re queasy about this kind of thing. Paige and her friend have one more dissection next week: a big old frog.
