First grader is reading a book, and she comes to the word “sheep.” It’s tricky for her, but she finally decodes it.
“Sss, huh, eh, eh, ppp. No! Not ss. Shhh. Shh, eh, eh…Miss B, don’t help me! [I had barely begun reaching out to cover some letters.] Wait! Shh, eep. Sheep!”
(Just a glimpse into the soundtrack of my life these days…)
“Miss B! Do you know, I know who takes care of the sheep! Little Mo Pete! Little Mo Pete takes care of the sheep! She carries a thing that looks like a J, and she wears a big dress, and she has yellow curly hair.”