In our afternoon, Home From School phone call, Sam tells me that they were doing poetry in Language Arts. I asked him how he liked it and he said it was okay, but a little hard to understand. Apparently, the poetry was written by some guy named "Shakespeare".
I'm surprised, but glad, that Sam didn't seem frustrated by this. Considering his struggles with everyday language, I'm curious to hear how it goes today.
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