After finishing the language portion of an assessment and halfway through the phonological awareness testing a boy smiled slightly at me and said, “Know what I’m good at? Math.”
I made him smile wider when I told him that math had always been hard for me.
Today was an assessment day so we did not get to have one of those A-ha moments that come during therapy. I’m really not sure how I felt when he shared this tidbit with me, but I do know that he was proud when he did better than me on the math game on the iPad we played at the end.
**edited to add** as soon as I hit publish I managed to inhale/choke on my coffee. I am in a borrowed office so I didn’t want to spit everywhere. I have to drive home and this is a nice blouse (yes I said blouse) so I definitely didn’t want to spit on myself. What did I do you ask? I spit it all back in my cup (because I’m classy like that.)
The coffee was delicious. Almost tempted to still drink it.
I’m kidding.
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