Once upon a time when we retrieved my then-3-year-old daughter Hadley from preschool, her teacher pulled me aside.
“I need to talk to you about Hadley,” she said in that voice. The same cautionary voice my third-grade teacher used right before she wrote on my report card that I had “verbal diarrhea.”
Shockingly, the report was positive.
“Hadley is doing such a great job with her letters! Not only is she really advanced on sounding them out but she is already piecing them together in words. You must be regularly working on them with her at home?”
After retrieving my jaw from the floor, I paused long and hard. Should I tell her that my kids were addicted to “The Letter Factory” DVD by LeapFrog? And that perky tadpole Tad was even inspiring my then-1-year-old Bode to sound out his letters, like a stuttering infant prodigy, with very little help from me?
“Why yes, we have been working on them at home. Regularly. Nice to know it is paying off.”
Note: This was not a complete lie. I just failed to divulge who “we” included.
This is not the first time one of my children has been taught and inspired by television.