Mayhem and Stardust

We are the proud parents of, amongst others, Jig, who has a handsome collection of diagnoses (ADHD, AD, FASD) which probably mean nothing and a generous smattering of fairy dust which probably counts for everything. School was a huge challenge and so we decided, probably rashly, to move to the country and home educate him. No medication, no 'support', chickens, space, a farm on the doorstep and a beach nearby. What could possibly go wrong?

Icarus Boy

Finding a topic for the day is one of the joys of my current life.  I love not knowing what we might do and then stumbling across something that I really want to do and then – this is the good bit – doing it!

I found a lovely interpretative dance piece about Icarus on the BBC. We both enjoyed it and then set about writing it up and making wax and feather wings.  That was about half an hour ago.  Jig is still attaching new wax and feather wings to playmobil people and testing them off each of the steps. People take what they want from myth and legend, which is its value, and today we learned that Icarus should have tested his wings first.  If he had thought it out then he would have known that the wax would melt (Or more likely, as Jiggy says, it would have been too heavy)

Testing wings.  Isn’t that what childhood should be all about?

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