tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235439316610542805.post4098355592714178827..comments2023-11-01T01:53:38.661+10:00Comments on the quiet life: teaching him to write goodsharonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12354883388516186987noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235439316610542805.post-60736657433057305362012-06-04T20:21:14.250+10:002012-06-04T20:21:14.250+10:00I love this page :)I love this page :)Dianehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01514353239664426719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235439316610542805.post-29183695512795897472012-06-04T20:21:12.543+10:002012-06-04T20:21:12.543+10:00I love this page :)I love this page :)Dianehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01514353239664426719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235439316610542805.post-18245596972945862312012-05-25T07:41:23.147+10:002012-05-25T07:41:23.147+10:00Every now and then, in a fit of sibling charity, m...Every now and then, in a fit of sibling charity, mine have been known to do this too ... as a break from regular disputes! ;-)Amyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04009119301336136337noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235439316610542805.post-27322968701031745752012-05-25T07:03:14.211+10:002012-05-25T07:03:14.211+10:00I remember mine doing something similar. Before S...I remember mine doing something similar. Before Sally started school, she still felt the need to sit with the big kids at the table every afternoon and do her homework. The big girls would often write sentences for her to copy, or letters of the alphabet. No wonder the youngest always seems older than his/her years.Fionahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04228055607565871872noreply@blogger.com