How to tell when your kid is not ready to read


Another true story. Teaching my son letter sounds - you know, "fff" for "F", "sss" for "S" and so on. So he's going "eh", "buh", "cuh", "duh", then he gets to "P" and looks very puzzled, clearly cracking his head over what "P" sounds like, and ends up "PUI!" and spits in my eye.

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