A day with a seven year old & five year old

If there ever is a time when you question whether you are sane or not, it's after a day home schooling a seven year old and a five year old. Things get heated pretty quickly when you realize, much to the relief of your seven year old, that you don't know as much as you thought you did. That word - when sounded out - is not "said"- it's ssss - aaaa - iiiii - dddddd. This now gives you the opportunity to relax. Because it is always easier to relax when someone else is in control - especially a seven year old. The shoulders can sag because the burden of knowledge has been lifted and placed instead on a more seasoned teacher, my son. Unfortunately, my five year old son doesn't have the same confidence in his brother and quickly baulks at the thought of being taught by the older brother who tends to spend the better part of his day thinking of ways to annoy his younger sibling. So, now a problem ensues. My eldest is ready to take on the world. He already knows everything. I need not waste my time teaching him because he has arrived at his knowledge of the world and how it works. My middle child is much more hesitant to relinquish me from my role as mom and teacher. He still looks at me as perfect and unable to teach anything but the truth. At what point did my seven year old decide that I was no longer worth hero worship and quiet surrender when I spoke? I guess living in such a fast paced world, even for a six or seven year old, moms can lose their appeal. Soon after my son has taken on the responsibility of raising himself, he comes over for a hug and asks me if I can come look at his picture he drew. Of course! It is a picture of his family with hearts around his favorite person, his mommy. Maybe I can't compete with Superman because I can't deflect things with my eyes (although the ones on the back of my head are useful), but my seven year old tells me that doesn't matter because I'm his mommy and he quickly tells me that I'm the best teacher ever! I guess I will put the responsibility of teaching him back on my shoulders. After all, even though I don't know everything, I can make a really good fluffernutter sandwich.