When spelling doesn’t cut it.

Having the most challenging family member be preliterate is handy, since the rest of us know how to S-P-E-L-L.

Being able to communicate in a way that keeps our little Joe out of the loop is great when someone wants to sneak outside unencumbered by an enthusiastic tag-along.

The only problem is when that wannabe interloper is too smart for his own good. For instance, when Joe one day asked, “Can I go “o-u-t”?

This was our response, in cat form:

Fun with homeschooling

I was reading off spelling words to my daughter and asked, “What was the last word I gave you?”

She said, “You gave me grief.”

True story.

Here’s an oldy, but a goody.

With another week of phonics looming, I grabbed the pile of my daughter’s first grade sight words. Here is the pile: On the left is what we’ve done so far. On the right is what we have left to do.

As I picked up the smaller stack to look for next week’s words, these were the three words on top of the pile: