It's Friday night and Scott is wanting to read.
He takes one of my books and starts to look for one of his sight words for the week, no or yes.
He doesn't find any so he wants to write them.
It's late. Past bedtime but I can't deny a child who wants to write.
When Scott helped Sydney write her 6, in such a sweet supportive brotherly voice he says, "Wow Sydney! Good job on your 5!" Mommy wrote the 5.
A few words, some math and most of a sentence = tired and ready for bed.