Sweetie read Chicka Chicka Boom Boom to herself on the car ride home from Nana's this afternoon. Only a handful of words made her pause, asking me for help.
Mama, what's this next word?
I don't know. How do you spell it?
Oh. Okay. Thank you, Mama.
This went on for awhile and I was impressed with how infrequently she stopped to ask me about other words. But there were others:
Mama, what's this word? s-k-i-n-n-e-d?
"skinned". Like you skinned your knee.
30 seconds later....
What's this word? k-n-e-e?
Nothing. That's not a word.
Yes it is! What is it?!
Oh! Knee! That's the word "knee". Sorry about that, Sweetie.
Come on - give me a break. It's hard to drive and spell at the same time.