Fun with 2E, aka why my daughter is the joy of my life:

Doing spelling remediation, dyslexic DD’s most hated activity. She’s desperate to be done, begging to be finished, and yet…. and yet…. she just can’t help herself.

I dictate: The tiger cleaned her paws.

She writes: The fluffy and adorable babby tiger liked clean her delekit paws and needly claws.

I dictate: The brave man pointed at the sky.

She writes: The brave young man pointed at the sky and lifted a golden apple to the pegasis flying down tords him.


I dictate: We were camping for three days.

She writes: We were camping enjoyably for three delectable days in the time of the hight of the aichent Egyptian empire!


DD earnestly explains to me: “A plain sentence is like a cupcake without flavour, icing, sprinkles or a colourful wrapper.” I add this to her whiteboard because, well, I love it so. DD contemplates for a moment, then announces, “I think that’s my new motto.”