The other day we were riding slowly through traffic and I noticed more quiet than usual in the back seat. I looked back and the Rooster was reading a book -- not a surprise, but continually a joy and a cause for much gratitude. Peaches was writing. Furiously. I asked if I could see.
It took me a moment. I had to interpret her best guess spelling. But pretty quickly the boxes gave it away.
My six-year-old was designing a behavior modification system.
For her big brother.
My kids. This is how we roll.
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Now look back 3 years, and see how far you all have come :-) Who would have thought?
Karin
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