But we are enjoying the hillbilly spelling, which we think is really a hoot. I mean it's funny to spell birds burds (like turds). Right??
Part of it though is how she talks. And we're still trying to figure that one out. Husband and I are both native Californians who speak without any regional accent. So why do we have a daughter who talks about having to git going in the morning. And in this sign to advertise the sale of her old trailer bike:
We're taking the same approach we did with reading: When she's ready, she'll do it. [This brilliance is not mine but her K-1-2 teacher's. I started off most conferences with him noting "She's not reading yet! Time to call Sylvan Learning?" And when he would reply "Oh, no!" wheels would start spinning in my head about how we could spend the money we could now save on tutoring—say, more private ski lessons!]
And we'll certainly help her on her way. But in the meantime, we're laughing our asses off over stuff like this, which was a letter Sophie wrote to Husband in one of her "games," probably the pet grooming service she operates out of her room. Apparently Husband was late to pick up one of his dogs and she needed to place a call. And then send a registered letter.
Kills me every time I read it.
Dear msdr [Figs]
Why dose no own ansur the phowne wane some own is home. Your phowne most be brokin it gost wonte stop ringin.