Once upon a time there was a big, overstuffed basket.  And next to it was a little girl, named Elizabeth.  Elizabeth did not like to see her Mom bring out the basket because when Mom brought it out, Elizabeth knew she would have to work.

Because in the basket, you see, were all the things that Mom was told Elizabeth needed to do and work on.  There was Theraputty in it, coloring books, thick crayons, special scissors as well as things for her mouth work, like whistles or a vibrating elephant.

Mom called  this time with the basket “Elizabeth’s work time”  and it meant that Elizabeth could not do anything else while working, just sitting with mom doing thing after thing. And truthfully, little Elizabeth really hated “work time.” Read the rest of this entry »