Last spring, before she departed, the wonderful Miss B told me that she expected the Cherubim to learn to read. I was overjoyed, but I don't think I really believed it. Then, during the summer, I met a girl who did not talk until she was eight. She learned to read before she talked. This, too, gave me hope, and yet...
This year, it's been obvious that the Cherubim can read The Cat In The Hat and Green Eggs And Ham. But he listened to the Living Book version for hours and hours, so it was unclear how much was reading and how much was memorization.
Then, today, I was typing, and he came to sit on my lap. (He's nearly eight, so typing with him on my lap is problematic.) As I was typing, I realized that he was saying something...he was reading some of the words I'd typed.
So, I pointed at some words: all, that, had. He got all and had without prompting. That took a little bit of help. Then, I typed some words for him. I typed:
I love you
He looked at it, and then he laughed out loud with happiness. He proceeded to read a few other simple phrases, too.
Can't wait to show his father!