Not only are we learning to spell around here, we are pretty dang proud of it. Especially when Henry tries to spell "Pops" and it comes out "Poops".
There is NO END to laughing at that joke.
Svea does not see her age or lack of kindergarten training as an obstacle (thank goodness) and is keeping up well with Henry's taunting over "sight words" and "patterning". Go Mrs. Howanitz!
At least we all know which rooms we are allowed in around here...