The story of The Flower and the Boy, by Christopher.
It's a wet, cold and completely yucky June day here in Portland. We are waiting for our new rug to be delivered, so we are stuck at home until it arrives. The boys are into drawing pictures and dictating their stories to me. They are both doing amazing stuff with their writing and sounding out words.
It's a wet, cold and completely yucky June day here in Portland. We are waiting for our new rug to be delivered, so we are stuck at home until it arrives. The boys are into drawing pictures and dictating their stories to me. They are both doing amazing stuff with their writing and sounding out words.
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