Thursday, February 11, 2010


Late one night Corban asked if he could have a drink of soda. There was barely any left in the CF Pepsi bottle and Dave told him he couldn't have it now, because it was bed time, but that he could have the rest of it later. Corban went to the "junk" drawer, grabbed a sharpie, and proceeded to claim his soda for later.

Corban is getting so good at recognizing letters and words. We write words on the white board and he practices them. He also tells me things like, "Monkey starts with M." I am so proud of him.

1 comment:

Becca said...

Sweet story about a sweetie!