Humility

We get bored with our writing lessons over here.  After all, who wants to copy letters and words day in and day out?  So, to alleviate the boredom, we filled an aluminum tray with rice and practiced our trouble letters in rice with our fingers.  But when she's not holding a pencil, Angie seems to foget that she's supposed to write with her right hand, and she switches back and forth between her left and right fingers while making letters in the rice. 

About halfway through the exercises, she picked up a nearby pencil and began dragging the eraser end through the rice.  "That was clever of you," I commented, giving her a high five as she continued to practice her y's.

"Oh, and you know what, Mommy," she said earnestly.  "We don't have to erase it with our hands, either.  We can, look..." she said, holding the pencil flat and swiping it across the top of the rice, smoothing it out.  "Like that and now we can do..." and she drew another y. 

"That was very smart," I said.
"Oh, yes.  That's why I have a lot of smart stuff in my head, you know."  And she giggled.

We'll worry about humility later on, I guess.