Last one, I promise.

Noooo. Not the parrut. I gonna be Dyack, Dyack Sparrow, the pirut. I hab da costoom AND da hat. You know I like him, Dyack Sparrow.

Jack part 2

Then in writing workshop:

I saw dyack. I saw him I went to canada. I saw dyack sparrow...(big toothless grin). dyacks a pirut. he wear a costume.

I write a story for you about canada and I see dyack.

I see mooby 1, mooby2, mooby3, mooby4. (is there a 4th movie?)

Next day:

I find my halloween costoome. I find da hat. It go wit da costoome. I gonna be a pawit. Yup, I gonna be dyack sparrows pawit. I have feathers. I gonna look good.

Here's my day:

Me: "When you see _ck at the end of a word it says /k/."

I write the letters one at a time on the white board and...

Me: "What's the sound, ..../p/

what's the sound, ..../i/

what's the sound, ... /ck/

what's the work,...pick."

repeat for lots of small ck words, then:

we do J-a-ck.

This is what I hear all week in a small cute toothless voice:

Yack, I like Dyack, Yack is a pirut, Yack, ha,ha, I have d yack moobie, Yack is d pirut.

Me: "Phonics is over for today"

Ahhhhh, gotta love it.