Yesterday, without preamble or warning, my daughter went downstairs, found a document on my desk, and carefully wrote her name twice in pencil. Then came up to show me. I was impressed. We’d practiced her name a bit, now and again, but never in earnest on my part.
OK, this is pretty damn good for an almost-four year old. Of course, the half-circle on her “P” is on the wrong side, but you can’t be perfect (don’t worry, she got a beating for it).
Fun and games in the bath. And what’s with the weird hats?