I wouldn’t change it. I get to see the lightbulbs come on. Pickles can do his spelling while slouched in an armchair, swinging a balloon. And do it well. He needs freedom to move. Science can be a baby snake found in the yard and the children turned into scientists with magnifying glasses. Duchess can head out on the porch every fine morning with her books and an MP3 player. Ginger chooses to do a lot of his work while lying on the trampoline. Ribby asks the origin of words (“Go look it up.”) and looks them up in the dictionary. She has discovered she loves Jane Austen’s works. Flopsy scurries through her work so she can morph into Martha Stewart in the privacy of her room. Children take time out to help each other with difficult problems. They read a lot. They dress up. They help clean up and play outside. We can get them up late at night to see an eclipse and not worry about having to get up early the next morning. We take trips according to the church year and not the secular school year. They never miss feastday services.
It’s a wonderful life.