We are on a family trip, about which more later. The trip is long enough that we have taken schoolwork. Today the four-year-old was working on an assignment involving cutting and pasting (the old-fashioned, not “virtual,” kind) and when the glue bottle came out I was informed that Ms. Canfield says: Dot, dot, not a lot!
The things you learn as a late-start Dad…
P.S. Dot, dot, not a lot is great in theory, although having just finished sponging glue off the table, the floor, the kid, everything but the ceiling fan, I can tell you that it all comes down to the definition of a dot.