My son can read.
"...Like the TELLAR and the NELLAR and the GELLAR and the DELLAR and the BELLAR and the WELLAR and the ZELLAR in the CELLAR," he read, his fingers underscoring each word as he read it. He turned the page.
..."And the GEELING on the CEILING...
...and the ZOWER in my SHOWER..." He turned the page again.
..."and the ZILLOW on my PILLOW. I don't care if you believe it. That's the kind of house I live in. And I hope we never leave it."
He stumbled once, on the word "that's." Of course, if you were simply listening to the words without knowing he was reading a Dr. Seuss book, you might think he was mispronouncing a lot of them.
He has known how to spell his name and other basic words like Mom, Dad and cat for more than a year. I've watched him distinguish between words such as on and in. And every once in awhile, he's picked up an object and read off three or four words.
But last night, I was reading There's a Wocket in My Pocket out loud to him. It's due back at the library in a couple of days and can't be renewed because we already had renewed it once, a month ago. We hadn't read the book in quite a while.
He stopped my reading of the book, just as I turned from the page of the boy talking about the friends he had found. "Mom, I can do this," he said excitedly. "Let me do it.""...Like the TELLAR and the NELLAR and the GELLAR and the DELLAR and the BELLAR and the WELLAR and the ZELLAR in the CELLAR," he read, his fingers underscoring each word as he read it. He turned the page.
..."And the GEELING on the CEILING...
...and the ZOWER in my SHOWER..." He turned the page again.
..."and the ZILLOW on my PILLOW. I don't care if you believe it. That's the kind of house I live in. And I hope we never leave it."
He stumbled once, on the word "that's." Of course, if you were simply listening to the words without knowing he was reading a Dr. Seuss book, you might think he was mispronouncing a lot of them.
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