My son thinks I am one of the cleverest people on the planet.
Obviously I’m not going to correct him on this awesome assumption. Wouldn’t want to shatter the 10 year old’s illusions.
I’m going to revel in the glory for as long as it lasts.
I love that he loves to learn because it means we get to study together at home and I get to know how he’s getting on at school and help out here and there.
I took English and Maths A level so I feel fairly confident I can lend a hand, even if I did sit my exams rather a while ago *ahem*.
So we bond over prime numbers and median and non verbal reasoning and it blows him away that I’ve even heard of any of them.
“Wow mum, you know everything!”
Who wouldn’t get a buzz out of those wide-eyed exclamations?
But I’m writing this post as a confession to the cosmos. To you dear reader. I am writing to admit to the world that I Google his homework.
Do I need to underline that and bold it up?
I Google His Maths Homework.
In my defence, it’s changed so much since I sat my exams. There are words used I’ve never even heard of let alone know what they mean.
But I want to keep that adoration going for a bit longer, so I’m going to continue to quietly hit that search button when he’s not looking.
Don’t judge me.