Today, Billy's phonics lesson was "CH."
He had a word list, which he breezed through with ease (oh, I love teaching this kid to read).
He had riddles: A fruit used in pies? Cherry! A place where we worship God? Church! Jesus said, "Let the little (blank) come to me"? ??
He was a bit stumped. I pointed to his word list to offer some assistance. He thought I pointed to one word, when I pointed to another. "Chicken?"
"Let the little chickens come to me? Billy, does that make sense?"
They've been clucking around here ever since. Yes, I suppose the Lord loved the little chickens, too.