A couple of weeks ago at around 9:15 p.m., Lily (almost an hour after her bedtime) came storming into our room and announced,
"Rough, ribbit, rabbit, rough, ribbit, rabbit! It's not bedtime yet! I-have-to-make-a-list-of-R-words-so-I-can-be-the-Queen-of-Rs-rough-ribbit-rabbit-where's some paper?"
Homework is rare in a daycare four-year-old class, so this was serious! I limited her to twenty words (starting with rough, ribbit and rabbit) to ease her mind enough to get back to sleep, but with Maggie's help the next morning, we came up with about 70.
Incidentally, R is the one letter sound Lily hasn't mastered, particularly when it's in the middle or end of a word (i.e, paahk the caaah in Haavahd yaaahd). Of course I hope she doesn't get too far into elementary school before she figures it out, but I'll miss it just the same. The following phrases just won't be the same:
"I'm allergic to mustard."
"I'm not allergic to honey mustard."
"Did you fart?"
For those of you on the edge of your seats, I'm happy to report that Lily was indeed crowned Queen of Rs! (The only other girl in her class was home with a stomach virus, though I don't think Lily is capable of that level of sabotage. Yet.)