So I am endlessly thrilled to see Paul writing and spelling and reading.

Last night I saw the first signs of a little boy maximizing his freedom of speech in writing. He was a little tired without a nap and when asked to come to the dinner table he brought this note:Translation: I don’t like you. With a sad face drawn at the end because he didn’t like what was being asked of him. More than being hurtful (it did sting), I am fascinated with his boldness and ability to see himself as having power with words. My reaction is mixed, but Joe and I agree we will take these notes over a tantrum any day.