How We Got to this Point

Look Mom! I spelled that word I am not allowed to say... As Geoff giggles and waits for me to correct her spelling.

Above is a note left for me by my darling four year old as she proudly exclaimed, "Look Mom, I spelled that word I'm not allowed to say!"  Recoil with shame you say?!? Not me. No, no, no. I proudly posted it to Facebook for all to see.  But, as with everything, there is a back-story and it is said story that warms the cockles of my heart.  Maia did not set out to write "Fuk."  She was pulling letter stickers out three at a time and trying to make words from said letters.  It just so happened that with this draw she got a u, f, and k.  

So where does pride factor into the equation you ask? For one thing, my kid knew that vowels "are the glue that stick the words together." Secondly, she knows her vowels at 4. Crap, when I alphabetize things, I sing the ABC Song in my head.  Well, okay... sometimes out loud.  Lastly, she was able to sound out the letters to create a word.

If you are like me, you are rolling your eyes and saying, "Some genius, she didn't even spell the work correctly."  True, true.  Alas, we will not be sending her off to med school at 10.   As a diligent mother I felt it was duty to correct her spell.  Gasp! Relax we did not focus on the word at hand, but rather some clever rhyming words. So, from this moment of parenting horror, my child has a handle on the -ck blend.  Fuck yea!