Trapped in summer school

...with a five-year-old teacher

My five-year-old brother developed an annoying habit this summer: asking me to ‘play school’ with him.

It’s hard to forget about the upcoming school year and enjoy my last week of summer vacation with Sam asking me, every single day, to ‘play school.’

Even worse, it’s school from the perspective of a five-year-old. Sam’s game involves colouring in pictures and cutting stuff up with scissors.

If we were playing ‘university,’ I could just, well, skip class. And go back to sleep