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seven p's on a plate

everyday we give jack some worksheets to work on his letters and numbers. he earns a dime a day if he completes his worksheet. what you see below is his worksheet from a couple of days ago. we were working on the number 7. he was supposed to look at the pre-made sevens and then make his own, which he did remarkably well, in my opinion. then he was to count and color the glasses of water (?), which he also did with ease. the final instruction, at the bottom of the page, was to color 7 peas on a plate. since he received these directions orally, he thought he was supposed to draw seven p's on a plate, which is entirely different. and so he did this:

the green peas came later. he gave it to us with a perfectly counted portion of p's. these are the parenting moments i cherish. the ones that make all the other ones worth it for me. the ones that make you smile even when you're frustrated. the ones that remind me not to take this all too seriously. the ones that remind me to laugh.
so, enjoy your day, and pass the p's.


Mary said…
hahahaha :o) so cute. im impressed by those p's! such good form :)
Crafty P said…
great job, jackson! love the way they interpret things...
cathyq said…
Can anyone say literal? He is soooo much like his father!

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