Unicorn (Unicorn@Indenial.com)
Sun, 03 Oct 1999 02:29:54 -0400
"At Disney World" {A LadyHawke's Favorite}
Our seven-year-old daughter was thrilled
when we took her to Disney World for the
first time and headed straight for Space
Mountain. I worried that the roller coaster
would be too scary for her, but she insisted.
To her delight, we rode it twice.
The next year we returned to the Magic
Kingdom, and my daughter, now eight,
again dragged me to Space Mountain. As
we stood in line, though, I could see her
soberly studying the signs that warn about
the ride's speed. "Dad," she said, "I don't
think I want to go." I asked her why she
would be nervous when she had enjoyed
herself last time. She replied, "This year,
I can read."
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"Learning To Spell"
My son, Mitchell, a kindergartner, practices
spelling with magnetic letters on the
refrigerator: cat, dog, dad, and mom have
been proudly displayed for all to see. One
morning while getting ready for the day,
Mitchell bounded into the room with his
arms outstretched. In his hands were three
magnetic letters: "G"-"O"-"D."
"Look what I spelled, Mom!" Mitch exclaimed,
a proud smile on his face.
"That's wonderful!" I praised him. "Now go
put them on the fridge so Dad can see when
he gets home tonight." That Catholic
education is certainly having an impact,
I thought, happily.
Just then, a little voice called from the kitchen.
"Mom? How do you spell 'zilla?'"
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