Yesterday Frances and I were reading an I Spy book together. It's one of those books that has pictures alongside the text that can help prod little not-quite-readers to figure out the words. So we were reading and Frances was sounding out the letters, or sometimes guessing based on first letter + picture. And then she looked down at one page and read aloud "I spy... a trumpet!" She looked at me and beamed. And then the next word just came, and then the next. She was wiggling and bouncing with excitement because she was READING. And for me just basking in her delight was a joy.
Of course, she still couldn't read every word. Some she needed to sound out, others stumped her entirely. But she proved to herself she could do it.
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