No, I’m Not Proud of my Son at All.

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Reading + Writing

Yesterday the ground was covered in two inches of slush; no way could we play in that stuff.  Roan and I landed at the library cuddled up in a corner surrounded by books to read to each other.  Roan has suddenly had this switch activated where he can sound out almost any word, and is spelling words left and right.  His teacher says the term is “Imaginative Spelling”, and that we shouldn’t ever correct him, as to boost his confidence in his own ability to get words right.  While we were in our cozy little zone, my phone buzzed, with a text message from Anson.  Roan grabbed the phone, before I saw it, and read the message to me.  I asked if he wanted to write back to his dad.  Roan jumped at the opportunity, and started texting back and forth with Anson.  He both read and wrote absolutely on his own, with no help from me.  This was the first time Roan’s ever done it, and I was enchanted watching him sound words out on the little keyboard.  Their exchange lasted about one-half of an hour, and Roan told me I could share it with you.  Here it is, in it’s entirety:

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To clarify: actually yes Roan did pinch my bum.  He read Anson’s command, giggled, told me to stand up, and goosed me.  Anson and I will have a conversation about that later.  We went home, had a “pic nic” (ate dinner in front of the TV) while we watched a “hol movy” (whole movie) with “sodu” (soda) and Roan was allowed to “pic ene move” (pick any movie).  We still need beer and eggs.

This morning the parents were invited into the classroom at Roan’s school to listen to the kids read “Small Moment Stories”.  The assignment was to write and illustrate a story.  Roan chose his kayaking in the snow event, and presented it this way:

If you can’t make it out:

“I was rideig a kieak it was so fun.”

“WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”

I don’t think I need to clarify that story at all.  Have a great weekend!