Spells Camille. And believe it or not, when I picked her up today, she was spelling it, too. That’s pretty darn good, even if it’s by repetition and she probably doesn’t know all her letters yet, for a 3 1/2-year old.
She spelled it for sissy when we picked her up. But Camille got gunshy when mommy got home. Even with help on the first letter, she choked. I had called Susan and told her to expect a surprise. Oh, well.
Camille now knows her birthday, too. Is my chest stickin’ out too much?