Yup. As of Monday, the snortlepig is now officially School Pig. Eddication Pig. Backpack Pig. Intelligence Pig. Maths Pig.
She actually likes maths. Asks to do it every morning. This caused me a few days of soul-searching and regret, until it occurred to me that a) we’ve only been at it a week, and b) I reward her with white chocolate buttons and/or roasted salted peanuts when she gets an answer right. (It’s not bribery; it’s a valid ABA principle by which I once taught a special needs child to read, so there. Only he had snippets of rice cracker instead of chocolate buttons, poor kid.)
We’re also doing catechism - the Heidelberg Shorter Shorter Shorter. Apparently the version I learned in my youth was mercifully truncated from all the versions I can find on the internet.
Our other subject is Ancient Egypt. Our only other subject, in fact. In theory we’re doing Invertebrates for science, but I’ll have to gear myself up for that - had a cockroach incident recently which put me right off. English is so far based around the writing that naturally occurs in the other subjects, and reluctant letters to Grandma. As for everything else… well, what else are pigs supposed to do at this age anyway? Phys-ed? Derisive snort.
Anyhoo, we’re having a lovely time copying hieroglyphs and colouring in “Design Your Own Sarcophagus” worksheets from the internet - not as in “a sarcophagus for your own personal future corpse-cradling use”, I assume; more “the kind of general, inoffensive sarcophagus you’d design as a sample when trying to break into the market”. The pig’s was largely purple, and had stripes.
The hardest part is combating her current knowledge of ancient Egypt. It derives entirely from Stargate: SG-1, and has led to her declaring such things as “Mummy, you can’t go and see the pyramids. They’re not real, they’re just in the movies.”
Well, it’s early days.