We were at dinner the other night at Pizzeria Piccola, where Zoe always takes a handful of crayons and a sheet of paper and colors while we wait for our pizza to be served. On this night she wrote my name, not M O M, but it was a picture of an owl, then a squiggly loopy line thingy, and then another owl. As all parents can attest to, there are times your child will hold up a picture, pride beaming in there face, and you have to quick try to figure out what it is, and the whole time you can’t let it show on your face that you do not know what it is.
Zoe pointed out: “Mom, I wrote your name.”
“In what, Wingdings?” I asked, thinking to myself, when has she ever seen the Wingding font?
After much explanation, and then pulling out a book from her shelf at home, it turns out that she was writing in hieroglyphics.
Let me repeat that: My seven year old daughter, wrote my name in hieroglyphics, from memory, out of a book she studied a month ago.
HIEROGLYPHICS.
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Yea Zoe!! What a smart cookie.
Morgan loves Ancient Egypt and wrote in hieroglyphics for months after we studied it. Heck, she kept reading up on it on her own even as we moved on to other stuff. LOL! Very cool that Zoe remembered the symbols for the letters & wrote your name. Can she do her name?