bane of my existence since my own third grade experience. For my Pele, they have become the devil of his life as well.
We have tried fraction manipulatives involving chocolate, cookies, actual pie, plastic pieces of pie and tiles. I have drawn pictures, told stories and acted out cutting myself into half and fourths. (Yeah, try that one some day.)
But it has been a tedious road of weeping and gnashing of teeth. Just ask Husband who comes home to find me dissolved into the very fractious pieces I'm trying to teach.
So, dear readers, friends, and fellow homeschooling moms who know of the travail I speak, today marked a MAJOR victory in fractions. Pele sat down and completed twenty problems without my instruction, without frustration and did EVERY.SINGLE.ONE. correctly.
Did you HEAR me? C-O-R-R-E-C-T-L-Y!!! !!! !!!! (The extra exclamation points are utterly warranted. Do not go all grammar police or blog etiquetteish on me!)
I'm exhausted with a sense of triumph. And the epic point of the day, no matter what fractions bring us tomorrow, is the everlasting image burned into my brain of the smile on his face when he realized his own accomplishment.
And that right there alone is reason to Hallelujah!