I'm listening to my 5-year-old read. She's working her way through Syd Hoff's Sammy the Seal. Although she struggles with the word "know," she gets halfway through the book before deciding it's time for a break.
I am thrilled with her reading, delighted with her teacher and see this as empirical evidence of my child's genius. The words "You are so smart" are forming. And then I stop. I don't say them. I am thinking, instead, of the discussion happening around the country about praise and its effects on children.