Sally is getting much, much better at reading.
This is good news and bad news.
Yesterday, as I was typing a conversation we had where she adorably mispronounced Pablo Picasso, she read it over my shoulder. And told me she didn't like me writing about that on the computer and it sounded like I was making fun of her. All my hugs and kisses and reassurances that she is a wonderful genius child and I just loved the way she said it and I knew her grandmas and grandpas and aunties and uncles would think it was so so cute did not persuade her in any way. So, per her request, I deleted that post.
I have a feeling this is only the beginning of her censorship of my blog.