On a recent bookstore trip (alone, huzzah!) I made an impulse purchase: a kids' journal, with themes and writing prompts on each page. T is a very reluctant writer, but on his own he enthusiastically produces lists. An entire section of this journal is for list-making; so I figured that this would appeal to what he already enjoys and perhaps encourage further practice. Plus, I *loved* fill-in journals at that age.
I bought two, because I didn't want C to feel left out.
This morning, I found C at the table, working hard on a very long paragraph. Before he caught my gaze and quickly hid it from prying eyes, I saw:
MI BEST FRIEND IS MI BRUTHER T...