Minding the unruly
The other morning my husband walked by the bathroom door, where the seven year old and four year old were locked in together (they like to keep each other company while taking care of business). Steve overheard the following conversation:
7: ...no, that's wrong. try again.
4: ...but I don't know how to read
7: Just try again. You can do it! "Cloud." Spell, "cloud."
4: ...but I just need some toilet paper
7: not until you can spell the word correctly.
4: but the only word I can spell is my name
7: "Cloud" is simple. Do it.
I guess by the time we finally shuttle the four year old off to kindergarten, she will be well prepared with such a rigorous teacher at home. That's really what our public school system needs to shape those standards up - my daughter to come in and show them how it's done. Although her methods may or may not be legal. :)
(pictured are a pair of grey flannel matching blankets I recently made for those little sisters. they like all things in twin-form these days. how do you tie blankets without your fingers getting sore?)