Daughter #3 finally has me to herself for a fifteen minute car ride.
"Mom," she says with a nice long pause for effect, "my butt hurts when I write."
|My favorite DD#3 pic|
I start with a simple question. "Did it happen today?"
"Yes. At school."
It was starting to come together. We had been really working on her writing all year. I even started a second grade writing club that met at my house every Tuesday after school. My baby was finally loving writing so much that she actually was sitting still too long enjoying it.
"I'm so sorry your butt hurts when you write, honey. You should take a break every now and again and move around and then go back to writing." Such a proud Mama moment.
"Mom!" You can imagine it, right? A long and drawn-out Mom--a one syllable word made into three or four. "I said, "My butt hurts when I wipe!"