So I mentioned that Tre is in the honors program at school, right? We had parent/teacher conferences last week, and all his teachers said he is "smart" and "polite" and "does as little as he needs to," which, okay. So he hasn't been entirely replaced by some high functioning school pod person. None of them realized he had been homeschooled, and said he fit in with his classmates just fine.
Yesterday Tre came home, telling us about how he and his friends had been shooting B.B.s at each other through empty pen barrels. Tre put a whole handful of B.B.s in his mouth so he could should them rapid-fire - a great idea until one of his friends surprised him with a stealth shot to the arm and he gasped. And inhaled a few B.B.s. He coughed them up eventually, but agreed that the B.B.s in the mouth was A Bad Idea.
Today he came home, full of pride and delight. "We found something to replace the B.B.s! Hornets!"
Hornets are little, tightly folded pieces of paper. They make dense wee triangles that you can then shoot at people with rubber bands, and when they hit you, they sting. Get it? The hornets sting?
Tre tugged up his sleeve and showed me the constellation of red welts on his arm. "See?" He was beaming. "HORNETS!"
"But...why?" I had to ask.
"Because it's FUN!"
And...um, okay. But should I worry that this gang of projectile-flinging-rabble-rousers represents the so-called smart kids?