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My four-year-old is going through a bit of a phase. Well, two phases. He has become obsessed with all things electronic and he has suddenly become unruly at preschool. I have attempted to nip both problems in the bud by blocking all electronic devices with passwords. Now, he has to earn screentime as a reward for good behavior at preschool. His teachers report a miraculous improvement in his behavior. Yesterday, he said to me as he unsuccessfully lobbied for extra, unearned screentime, "Mommy, you are the stupidest mommy I have ever had." (To his credit, he felt guilty for saying such a horrible thing.)
Some sort of record-keeping blunder at my seven-year-old daughter's school resulted in her being placed at "H" reading level, when she actually tested at "L." I had wondered how they expected her to do 20 minutes of nightly reading in texts that she always completed within a few minutes, but it never occurred to me to question it. We are supposed to spend some of the time discussing the book, but both of us were bored of that after a couple minutes, so I just had her spend the other 10 minutes or so reading from her own books or library books. Her teacher sent a letter home last week with her apologies and an actual full-length book: Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein. My daughter is thrilled with the new material and we no longer have to supplement to fill her allotted reading time. I have been reading some books lately for research purposes and marking passages with post-its. I was surprised to see that my daughter had noticed my reading patterns: she has cluttered the Silverstein book with post-its.
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