I've confessed to being a list maker before. I love the sense of accomplishment when everything gets crossed off the list. I like the security of knowing I'm not forgetting anything.
Turns out, my youngest is a list maker, too. Before she even knew that words required vowels, she was scrawling out lists. I'm constantly finding scraps of paper around the house.
One recent list read:
pizza
mlk
brush
Another, an 8 1/2" x 11" paper, had one small word in the center:
BELT
The other day, she was going to spend the night with a friend. "Pack enough clothes for 2 days," I said.
"Why don't you just write down what I need on a list?" she suggested, "Then you won't have to keep saying it over and over."
Why don't I just do that? So, I did.
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