It’s in here somewhere

Grace’s homework is a “home reader”. It’s just a little book they need to read to their parents and we then sign a sheet and send it back to school.

Last night Grace was reading her home reader and got to a word she didn’t recognise, so she looked up at the ceiling. I said, “the ceiling isn’t going to give you the answer, look at the word”. Her response… “I’m looking inside my brain for the answer.”