After a year-long hiatus, The Kidling has suddenly taken a renewed interest in her letters. This is good. Her interest typically manifests itself in the labeling of her
scribbles artwork. Upon declaring that a crayon drawing depicts a rattlesnake, she asks, “How do you spell rattlesnake?” She then proceeds to with the speed of a comatose snail laboriously craft the letters, one at a time.
On a recent drive home from daycare, Alice seemed pretty pooped. This is typical. The Kidling tries her darndest, but simply cannot nap at school. I geared up for a quiet trip home when I heard a voice wearily pipe up from the back seat, “How do you spell, ‘I have a headache?'”
Sad, no? Well, it gets worse. Once we had talked our way through the final letter, she got quiet again. Thinking nothing of it, we arrived home. When Alice climbed out of her car seat she showed me her picture. What, dare you ask, did she draw to illustrate her pain? A brain. A tiny, aching brain on the top of her little stick-figure body. And when we got inside, she asked for help drawing (and, of course, spelling) a couch.