Our poor little Mo has it bad this year.
Who knew that all the Kindergarten rests and the juice breaks and the round tables with little friends would evolve into...
I talked to her on the phone this morning on the way to school.
"Grandma," she said in her squeaky little voice, "I am having a spelling test today."
"Oh, wow! That's cool, right?"
"Grandma!" she said a little more loudly. "Did you HEAR me? I am having a spelling test today."
I thought for a moment. "Well, that's kind of cool, isn't it? I mean, just THINK, you're going to learn to read."
"Grandma!" she said in a discouraged little voice. "One of my words is L - E - G! L - E - G Grandma. I don't even know what that spells."
"Momo," I tried to be comforting. "Just sound it out...ellllll ...eheheh... guhguhguh...ellehguh! LEG!"
She was quiet.
"Mo, are you there?" I inquired.
"I'm here Grandma but I'm gonna be honest. I think first grade is going to be hard."
My poor little Grandlittle. Just trying to get a ellehguh up in first grade.