I Think My Children Are Feral
Updated: Sep 16
I've stopped asking, "What are you doing?"
I don't want to know.
Yesterday someone was barefoot in the garden holding a worm like a newborn baby. Another was making "potion" from leaves, mud and something I'm fairly sure came out of the fridge.
The twins were causing suspicious silence.
And the dog looked like he'd seen things.
People ask how unschooling six children is going.
Brilliantly.
They're curious. They're creative. They're happy.
Are they feral?
Potentially.
But they're my little feral goblins.
Now, if you'll excuse me, apparently there's a snail wedding at 2pm and I've been invited.
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