Today Clara ran over to me on the couch from the kitchen clutching something in her little hand. “See! See! See!” she proclaimed excitedly.
“What is it that you want me to see?” I asked.
“SEE!” she replied and thrust her hand toward me. In her fist was a yellow, plastic C off of the refrigerator. I can’t even remember when the last time we even talked about the letter C was. I gushed all over her about how great it was that she remembered and what sound the letter C makes. Then she ran off, back to the refrigerator. When she came back she was holding the letter U on its side. “See!” she said. Then she ran off and came back with the G. “See!” she said.
Well, at least she knows one letter.