The oldest Sprout was in a great mood this afternoon. "Papa, guess what I can do!" she said excitedly as we sat down at the dinner table for supper (one of my favourite times of the day, and not just for the food). I thought she was going to share a story from her time at school today. FK loves being in grade three and will share even the minutest of details about her day. An aside: this is a shout out to her teacher: "You are doing a great job! Thanks!"
"Watch this!"
A lick of a finger, quickly dried on pants, then...
SNAP!
"I can snap my fingers!" A wide, toothy grin follows.
FK had been trying unsuccessfully for a while now to snap her fingers. My spouse and I encouraged her to practice, for at some point FK would achieve success. She is tenacious, and though easily frustrated (like her Papa), doesn't give up.
I love that my Sprouts can take joy in accomplishments, big or small. It is a reminder for me to do the same.
Now onto whistling, riding a bike without training wheels, ...
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Grade 3 was my favourite year. We learned to write - and when we got good enough we were allowed to bring a pen to school. We learned long division too.
It was frustrating at times but I was so proud to have graduated to real school - much like a senior in high school or 2nd year university - finally I had arrived! VS
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