On the heels of finishing Catwings, Neko picked up a marker and wrote a story.
To some, this may not seem out of the ordinary, but this child has not exactly enthusiastically embraced reading and writing yet. (Skating, skiing, chickens, and the name of every animal she’s ever laid her eyes on—that’s another discussion.)
At moments like this, we very intentionally do not correct spelling. There’s a time and a place for that, and it certainly is not when one is writing simply for pleasure. I have stood fast by my philosophy that if we don’t force it down her throat, one day she will do it out of love and desire.
I believe that day is approaching fast.
On a side note, she taught herself cursive. Clearly, the way to her writing heart will be partly a graphic one. But I suppose she comes by that honestly, eh?