I would love to say you are an excellent reader because of me. Yes, I help you sound at words from time-to-time, but we don’t consistently sit down and read a book together. You also haven’t spent a day in preschool, although you did go to a pretty good daycare for a spell. You are a good reader because you are just fucking smart!
I was sorting through the President’s Facebook page, and you decided to look over my shoulders. Suddenly, I heard the word “Chicago” come out of your mouth, and realized you were reading the creative from the President’s Facebook page. What? How did you know that? I’ve never taught you that word, and we don’t live anywhere near there.
“I want another one!” you proclaimed. So I went on, and you continued to read words from the White House’s cleaver marketing campaign.
“Add Your Name,” you read.
“Change Only Happens If We Fight for It,” you read.
“Fly for Free,” you continued to read. “Stay in a hostel down.” You flubbed the last sentence a bit, but you were very close.
“Keep fighting for change!” you shouted.
You were reading so brilliantly. You only got stuck on these last two, but you are only 4!
Nothing makes me more proud then to see you reading. I’ll tell you a secret, girls will love the way you read too!