I was quizzing LatteGirl on her spelling words last evening for a test today.
Me: Spell Father.
Her: F-A-T-H-E-R. As if I couldn’t spell the word for my favorite person in the whole world.
I don’t know if she is buttering me up for something… but it is working.
Nice. Perhaps she’s figured out the connection between the stings of the heart and those of the purse. They’re sweet, but they’re clever.
And the twisting (around her pinky) continues. It’s happening in our house too, so I feel for you!
If it were my kid{s), an iPod!