I don't mean to only post things about Avery, but she's three. Earlier today, she was sobbing to me, "Nobody thinks I can read all by myself, but I can, and nobody thinks I can. Everybody just thinks I can't read and that I'm...a... baby-pants." More sobbing.
What's a baby-pants?
And she really can't read.
But Preston can, and really well. I don't know what he's going to learn in kindergarten. Someone asked him, and he answered, "I'm going to learn about letters." Sad that it's true.