I helped collect A LOT of rocks for the awesome rock runner my sister made a few weeks ago at the beach.
We had a lot of rocks that didn’t make the cut. Not flat enough. Not gray enough. Not big enough.
I was left with a whole pile of perfectly flat, perfectly gray, but imperfectly thin and small rocks.
The kids and I sorted and counted and eventually started painting them.
For my just-starting to read five year old, I spelled out the first line of the Langston Hughes poem he recited in his class play, one letter to a rock.
It proved to be a great rainy day activity. First, he unscrambled the letters to spell out his line.
We then tried to form other words with the letters.
And then back again.
I made Noah a set with the letters of his name. He loves lining up his letters and reading them aloud.
I made a set for my niece, who is reading beautifully. I imagine it won’t be long before she can find all 75+ words I found using the letters in her name (go ahead, try it… I couldn’t stop).