Today, while trying to get Jul do the mindless copying work in his book, he became frustrated. I totally understood his problem with what they were asking of him. In his frustration he said a rhyme with 3 of the 4 words. When i told him i was writing it down because it was a great little poem, he became excited and wrote it out himself!!! I was so encouraged that he came up with his own solution.
If that were the whole story, it would be enough... but as it were, I needed to go out and run some errands. Jul got his piggy bank, got money out of it, then asked if we could go to the A&P first so he could copy his poem. Sure, whats the harm in that, i assumed he wanted to send it to family or friends, so he made 11 copies. But no, he wanted to sell it to people on the street. Which he did.
I am so proud of him.
1 comment:
that is entirely too precious... Michelle
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