Charles, at ten, is a happy, eager reader, but until a few days ago, was not an avid writer. However, he figured out how to bug his sister through note-writing last night, though where the impetus came from is anyone's guess. The first slip of paper read; "Greetings. Valentine is fit. I am a robot from outer space." HE was about fit...to be tied...when he found out the insult he had meant for his beloved sister had been turned to a complement through the mistake of a single vowel.
Spelling instantly became a hot topic with him, after a second attempt gone awry to do harm through writing. He spends way more time than I seem to have free, asking me to spell this, or making sure he spelled that right. He said himself; "Mama, I am so happy to write what I want to write, instead of what you make me write."
Go for it, kid.
I loved this story!!!! Way to go kiddo, may your note writing take on epic proportions and may the ear cuffs you'll get from your sister be only the more fuel. Write, my boy, I say, wriiiiiiiite!
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