Corey has been writing a story for grownups. Obviously we do not want the children reading over their shoulder (that’s my shoulder, it’s full). But V isn’t really reading yet… she is learning sight words in kindergarten and can laboriously sound things out letter by letter. She’ll read/recite a few very simple books she knows, or guess based on the picture & maybe the first letter, but anything remotely complex she refuses to try. So when M locked herself in the bathroom the other morning, as she does, Corey thought they were safe to work on their story in a location that was not fully hardened to people glancing at their screen.
V wandered past.
“Why does that page say No twice?”
V wandered past.
“Why does that page say No twice?”