Yesterday, Luca spent 2 hours doing math in the morning. Willingly. We were in the kitchen together, I got him set up & began to scrub the kitchen floor. The fun, it never ends. Anyhow, we chatted the whole time, him asking questions when he needed too, using foam letters as manipulatives & doing the work. I'd get up and check on his progress, comment appropriately and get back to the fabulous dingy cream colored, dirt showing floor. [Can I just say I hate my kitchen floor.]
He did a fabulous job. I was really impressed with how he kept on going and figuring out the answers. It's a good thing. He tends to ask me what the answer is, but after the first few minutes of me going, "figure it out" he decided that it was faster to do just that!