Sophie doesn’t want to read.  She wants to learn to read.  That’s a fine distinction.  Don’t know if she’ll ever be as voracious a reader as Chloe, but at least she wants to LEARN.

As I’ve mentioned before, she’s already started to decipher the written word.  But just like Chloe, it’s been in fits and starts.  We’re apparently in start mode now.  And I had to promise Sophie that she’ll read a little bit every night, even if she only wants to take on a few pages at a time.

Sophie gets frustrated quickly and is often willing throw in the towel and have me take over.  I don’t want to push her too hard, because we have a long-term goal here:  for her to love reading.  So I encourage her as much as possible.  But she sometimes sees through my positive words, rolling her eyes at me when she deems her performance to be under par.  I don’t care.  I think she’s doing great, even if she doesn’t believe me.