The sameness of the day

Every week around this time of the morning we are doing the same thing. The girl has to put her spelling words in alphabetical order. And here we sit at the kitchen table writing out her words. She has advanced immensely since the beginning of grade 3. At first she would not attempt her alphabetical order, on her own accord, and now she happily sits with her spelling list in front of her. Included in this attempt would be the assumption that I have to bring her the lined paper, and the sharpened pencil and a housecoat to keep her warm, and this happens everyweek. I don't mind.. I like to watch her little hands splay out across the paper, and the intense concentration spread across her face, and seeing her blond head of hair bobble and bounce as she attempts to figure out how many syllables are in each of her words. Each week it is the same, and each week I give her the same answer... "did your head bobble once, or did it bobble twice?"... and then I get to watch her head of hair bobble and bounce again.