Everyday at 3:45, Nelson rings my doorbell for some Hooked on Phonics drills. (How many ten year olds, voluntarily give up their play time to learn how to read in a new language?) No one makes him come. He just has an innate desire to achieve. After 45 minutes of word drills, we go out to the gym for another kind of drill. I figure any ten year old needs a basketball vocabulary just as much as the "I can chat, I can chop" stuff. So far we have practiced shots, steals, passes, dribbling and rebounds. He literally giggles when we play "steal the ball" from each other. We usually end up with a game of HORSE. He is actually a pretty darn good shot. We then go inside and write and then read a story about our games. Who knows? You could be looking at the first NBA player from Birundi. Fun times!
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What a difference you are making in his life.
Gotta love that Nelson!
Hi Kathy! This is Emily Voorhees' friend. Got your sweet letter in the mail. Going to visit Emily in the hospital tonight - sure hope that baby doesn't come soon! Look forward to keeping up with each other through blogs....
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