Homeschooling.... :)

When a child busts a lip, and after seeing she's okay, you round up
some Scotch tape to capture some blood and look at it under the microscope.

You find dead animals and actually consider saving them to dissect later.

Your children never, ever leave the "why?" stage.

You look at every room in your home to try and imagine how to squeeze
in another bookshelf.

You turn your china cabinet into book shelves.

When your teenager decides to take one community college course, and
comes home and asks you why the teacher wrote "At" on his paper. (A+)

You ask for, and get, a copier instead of a diamond tennis bracelet
for your wedding anniversary.

Your kids think reading history is best accomplished while lying on
the floor with their head resting on the side of their patient dog.

Your husband can walk in at the end of a long day and tell how the
science experiment went just by looking at the house.

You never have to drive your child's forgotten lunch to school.

Your child will never suffer the embarrassment of group showers after PE.

The only debate about the school lunch program is whose turn it is to cook.

You never have to face the dilemma of whether to take your child's
side or the teacher's side in a dispute at school.

Your neighbors think you are insane.

Your kids learn new vocabulary from their extensive collection of
"Calvin & Hobbes" books.

Your formal dining room now has a computer, copy machine, and many
book shelves and there are educational posters and maps all over the walls.

You have meal worms growing in a container....on purpose.

If you get caught talking to yourself, you can claim you're having a
PTA meeting.

Talking out loud to yourself is a parent/teacher conference.

You take off for a teacher in-service day because the principal needs
clean underwear.

You can't make it through a movie without pointing out the historical
inaccuracies.

You step on math manipulatives on your pre-dawn stumble to the bathroom.

The teacher gets to kiss the principal in the faculty lounge and no
one gossips.

Your honor student can actually read the bumper sticker that you put
on your car.

If your child claims that the dog ate his homework, you can ask the dog.

Someday your children will consider you to be a miracle-working
expert and will turn to you for advice.

Your kids refer to the neighbor kids as "government school inmates."

You can't make it through the grocery produce department without
asking your preschooler the name and color of every vegetable.

You can't put your produce in your cart without asking your older
student to estimate its weight and verify its accuracy.

You live in a one-house schoolroom.

~Author Unknown