In an attempt to placate my fans, (you gals crack me up!) I will now try to replicate the unique and extremely intellegent drivel, I mean "dissertation" that I wrote earlier.  While the storm rages outside, with the probability of losing this one at an all time high, I will persevere.

It is my to my extreme JOY and Consternation when my children prove that they have actually learned something we have been trying to teach them.  Of course, this is the whole purpose of homeschooling, right?  To  impart knowledge.  But we don't expect them to use it against us.....do we? 

There has been a lot of discussion on blogs lately and other loops I am associated with about the pros and cons of TV consumption.  While I concur that both TV and the object of my own affection at this moment can be used for both good and evil, and are equally addictive, I must say they appear to be a necessary nuisence (along with spell check) in the lives of homeschoolers and other kinds of people :) in the world today.

I decided that one day last week we needed to take a hiatus from both "idiot boxes" and made a pact with my husband.  No TV or computer for a whole day.  (He didn't agree, but I just pretended he was with me on this.  It gave me a feeling of power.)

Now, what does this have to do with Logic, you might be asking yourself?  See previous entry if you are confused at this point.  Ahem. 

The only experience this old Public Schooled gal ever had with Logic was that of Mr. Spock.  Not Dr. Spock, mind you.  We can just throw him out with the bathwater.

So in order to educate my children on the amazing virtue of thinking Logically, we have begun to watch reruns of Star Trek. 

 Oh, for goodness sake, I am JUST KIDDING!!

We are studying logic, beginning wtih The Fallacy Detectives, by the Bluedorn guys.  It is a very good little book and every one of my kids has been able to follow their train of thought and learn from it. 

So, back to our anti-tech day.  Dad took the little kids fishing that afternoon and I snuck into the Cave for a computer fix, I mean, to do some work.  My 13 year old called me on it and my answer was "well, Dad was on there earlier, so I can too."  Her answer?

"Tu Quoque, Mom."

I HATE it when they do that!

Illogically yours,

Nancy