Last night Matt read The Little Engine That Could to Steve. This morning he came wandering out of his room, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, with the book under his arm.
"You've got your book." I pointed out, because I'm so good at stating the obvious.
"yeah." says Matt. "I can read it now." And he proved it to me after breakfast. He read with inflection and gave different voices to the different engines. Then this afternoon he read it to a friend who came over to play.
He can read and he's good at it.
2 comments:
Way to go, Matt! Maybe he will read it to me one of these days.
Amy that is awesome!
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