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an example

of the kinds of moments I hope to notice, to document, to keep alive by sharing:

Jack often asks me questions such as, "Mommy, do car and start rhyme?" (but imagine him saying "wime" because he hasn't mastered that initial r sound yet) and I'll say, "No. They have the same middle sound but not the same ending sound." His cousin, Evan, recently had his seventh birthday, and the invitations read "Evan is seven!" So Jack's been asking if any numbers rhyme with his name. He's searching for rhymes everywhere. He knows the rhymes he's learned at school but that's mainly due to his good memory, not an understanding of the concept. Here's what happened today at lunch.

"Mommy, do Jack and Brock rhyme?"

"No. They have the same ending sound, but not exactly the same."

And Jack said, "Is it because of the a?"

"Yes."

"Oh," he said, chewing thoughtfully on a chicken nugget. Then a huge smile spread across his face. "I get it!"

He actually said that. I get it.

Rarely do you witness such a bright light-bulb moment.

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