This morning, Matthew sat down at the dining room table to write some letters. This, in itself, is amazing because up until this week, he hasn’t had the confidence to try and sound out words on his own. He found a formula that he was comfortable with and stuck with it.
“Daddy u r my best daddy”
“Isaac u r my best Isaac”
Isaac pointed out to him that I was his only mommy. But I stopped him.
Actually, Matthew has 3 mommies. Can you tell me about them, Matthew?
You could see a light bulb go on in his head.
Omma? And tummy mommy?
And just like that, he sat down to write a new letter:
Way to keep me in my place.