Win a few... loose a few.
I had one of those glowing homeschooling mother moments the other day. Charles, wishing not to be bothered with trivial stuff, posted the following notice on the memo board on his bedroom door: de minimis non curat praetor. So, you see, homeschooled children are clever and educated and have greater resources available to tell the family to back off.

Lest my head swell to much...the very same day I heard Charles’ younger brother (lovingly homeschooled all his life) refer to a dessert item as the “most dankest.” MOST DANKEST? I wasn’t sure where to start tearing out my hair first. Do I go apoplectic over the use of creepy drug slang? By an eleven year old? Do I start with the drug slang and than slide into a tirade about turning dubious language into a grammatically wrong dubious superlative with the attachment of “most -est” to an adjective?

After I calmed down, I started with the request that the word ‘dank’ not be used in my house unless we’re discussing the basement at our old house or wet swimming trunks left behind bedroom doors.