K and I were eating lunch together this week when she pointed to a paper on the counter and said, correctly, “M’s Party. K’s Party,” so casually it was almost as though she were thinking aloud. She can’t read, I told myself. Only then I asked her to point to “party” on the paper. Which she did. I then proceeded to write a half-dozen words, like cat and ban. Which she read. Then book.
“Burp,” she said. Then she looked at me and giggled. “Okay, book.”
Not only is she reading–without my realizing it–but she has the spunk to joke about it. These kids, they should be asking permission to grow up so quickly.