Monday, December 3, 2012

Scribal Aptitude

Margaret has been writing, writing, writing, writing.  And it’s all very exciting, and sometimes she makes real letters. 

The other morning she came over and showed me her page, and I asked her to tell me about what she’d written, because the meaning was slightly opaque to me, and she looked at me as if she thought I was dumb, and said “Mommy, it’s an M.  Margaret starts with M.”


And indeed, if you squint a little, you can see where she’s coming from.

Now she just needs to learn how to read so that I don’t have to read Green Eggs an Ham 3,294 times every day.  That Sam-I-am, that Sam-I-am, I do not like that Sam-I-am indeed.

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