Cursif

While getting dressed I heard little pitter patters outside my bedroom door. They stopped, and a "ksssshh" noise drew my eye to the door, the pitter patters grew faint. There lying on the floor was a piece of paper that was slid under the door.

I picked it up, and smiled.

I walked out to the dining room to find both Seth and Sam eating breakfast.

"Good Job baby girl. Here is how I write your name in cursive." Then she tried again.