No, I'm not smarter than a fifth-grader

This is the year that "homework help" shifts to "homework hell." Now that my youngest child is in fifth grade, the weekly creative writing prompts, scientific method, endless spelling exercises, order of operation, and interpretation of the constitution has me in way over my head. Was I conjecturing John Locke's writings in the fifth grade with Mrs. Bond? I highly doubt it. My memories include Mrs. Lewis's (our beloved a.m. teacher) "noun song" and the hepatitis scare, wherein I religiously washed my hands at the classroom sink while making up my own new ditty. I believe we--more aptly-- he, confronts a new juncture. This year I'm not determined to prove how much I know.