Act II

6 had a great day at school yesterday. Her letters were delivered and received well. The principal of this school is wonderful - left 6 with a great feeling of pride about her decision to write.

It was the 100th day of school and she left armed with the things she had chosen to represent 100. The class was asked to bring a collection of 100 ... Her choices included 100 pieces of Lego built into a tow truck pulling a 3 wheeled car, 100 drops of water ini a small cup, and 100 beads (just in case she was asked to sort or count her 100 items). She loved the fact she was unique.

On the other hand, 4 had a rough day - and apparently a rough week so far. Daycare reported she had a time out at school for being rude to a parent-helper in the class. She has not been listening at daycare either. Guess what she did last night?

Apology letter writing.

She began her first letter Dear XXX. I asked her if she knew what a comma was. "No" she answered. Ever helpful, I explained that a comma tells the reader to take a breath. She seemed to understand. She laboured through phonetic spelling of a few more words when she asked "Mommy, can I write another comma now?" "Why do you think you need a comma here?"
"I need to take another breath!" she replied with a gasp.

Sometimes its hard not to laugh!