Last month, after the grandparents visited, my mother in law told us "Andy wishes he could read cursive." hmmm, news to me! I asked Andy and he related that during a neighborhood walk with Grandma, they came across a handwritten sign, in cursive, and she asked him if he could read what it said. He had replied, "too bad I don't read cursive." She had taken that to mean he really wanted to be able to. Okay, that makes much more sense, knowing Andy.
"Do you want to learn to read or write cursive?"
"No, I don't really need to -- I don't see it very often."
"If you decide you'd like help, let me know -- and you know Dad or I will always be happy to read cursive for you, if you can't."
I included his answer in an email to my mother inlaw, with an assurance that when Andy is ready to read cursive, we will of course help him.
A couple of days ago, I received a birthday card in the mail from Will's fiance, Elena. It was a funny one and since I was driving when the boys found it in the car, Andy offered to read it to Dan. He read only the pre-printed portion and they laughed at the joke. Later in the day, I stopped for gas. When I came back to the car, Andy held up the card and said "Mom, what's this word -- I can't read it."
"It's in cursive, sweetie -- what word do you need help with?"
"This one here" and he point to a word that was about the eighth in a sentence of a dozen or so words.
I told him what the word was, and he read the rest of the sentence. I said, "cool -- you can read cursive!"
"Oh, that's right. It's in cursive and I read it -- it was easy! Elena's cursive is easier to read than that sign I saw with Grandma. I can read cursive!"
Andy was right -- Elena's cursive is easier to read than most. She writes in big, round letters. Who knows how clear the sign was?