He's seen me do it so much that he's decided he wants a turn. The Little Boy has started getting on the computer to do work. Tonight he got his mom to open up the iBook, whereupon he typed the following words (given some prompting, but no help, in sounding them out):
Jonathan (he knows this one automatically)
cat
dog
hat
bat
frog
bed
raft
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Gentle Sir Philip Sidney, thou knew'st what belong'd to a scholler; thou knew'st what pains, what toil, what travail conduct to perfection.
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- "I am grown at length to see into the vanity of the world more than ever I did, and now I condemn myself for nothing so much as playing the dolt in print . . . . There is nothing that if a man list he may not wrest or pervert. I cannot forbid any to think villainously, Sed caveat emptor, let the interpreter beware; for none ever heard me make allegories of an idle text."
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