When Homeschooling Goes Hillariously Wrong

There was something on the couch yesterday.  It was blue and all over the cushins.  Because of the color I was fairly confident it was not poop (which is always a scary possibility) so I bent down to give it a wiff (I know, I am so brave).  It had a distinctly minty smell which told me that some one dared to leave the bathroom while brushing their teeth.  I decided to ask anyway, "Does anyone know what's on the couch?"  Shockingly no one knew.   Then Christin had an flash of brilliance, or so she seemed to think, "I'm pretty sure it's a plague from God."  Oh yes, how could I have forgotten that possibility?  Now I remember:  water to blood, frogs everywhere, flies everywhere, children's bright blue toothpaste on the couch, locusts, darkness, death.  It all makes perfect sense.
Later on I was playing Pharoh and the children were the Israelites (yup we are super weird and dorky).  Anyway, I was ordering them in my most Pharohy voice to clean my fields (aka the playroom) so I could see all my beautiful land.  Christin jumped right on board and started cleaning.  Lindsey however, made her best brat face, looked up at me and said (in that snotty tone usually reserved for eleven year old girls) "No way, Hosanna!"  Somehow it didn't have the same umph that Jose seems to have.  Who knew?
Homeschooling allows my children more creativity when sinning.  That's why we do it.