In an attempt to do her job as a babysitter, Chloe glanced up at her book and looked at Sally, who was sitting on the other side of the travel coloring. (She wouldn’t let Chloe sit next to her because “My drawing is a surprise, Ms. Chloe.”) Just as Chloe looked up, Sally put down her crayon, clambered out of her chair, and walked over to Chloe. Sally held out her completed drawing. It was a stick figure holding a book.
“It’s you!” Sally announced.
“Yeah, I see that! That’s really nice, Sally,” Chloe commented.
Apparently pleased, Sally sat down next to Chloe and opened a second book that had been lying on the table.
“Are you reading too?” Chloe asked, amused.
“Uh-huh,” replied Sally, who, at five years old, did not possess the necessary skills to read Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix by herself.
“What page are you on?” Chloe asked.
“Uh…” Sally thought about it for a minute. “H.”
“You’re on page H?” Chloe questioned.
I’m on page H.
Can I see your squiggly lines?
Sally then asked.
“Sorry, what?” Chloe wondered, confused.
Sally pointed to a page in Chloe’s book. “Squiggly lines.”
Chloe laughed. “Oh, you mean the words.”
“Sure, why not?” Chloe slid her book across the table so Sally could see.
Sally pointed again, this time to a specific word in Chloe’s book. “A,” she read. “That word says A.”
“Yes,” Chloe agreed. “Yes, it does.”
She had the feeling that babysitting Sally was going to be interesting.