“How do you spell that donkey from Winnie the Pooh, whose tail falls off?”
“Does Tigger have two g’s?”
“What’s the name of that chunky mouse from Cinderella?”
“How do I spell Figaro?”
I’m upstairs getting ready and Maddie is peppering the air with these questions. It’s been a long journey to getting this girl to brave spell. We’ve made a compromise for names after her argument that “names are important and we should always always always spell them right. Out of respect.” She had a point. So now we work together to spell names.
After the 7th name is hollered through the air, I ask her what on Earth she is working on.
“I’m making a seating chart for my Tsum Tsum storage case. It took me ALL day to get them in the right space so they all fit and I don’t want it to get messed up. That would be the WORST!”
And…here is a picture of her room at that same moment: