Quincy has a small dry erase board that he writes things on. He usually writes the day, date and the year because that’s what his teacher writes on a big sheet of easel paper every day.
Last night, while I was at the computer doing something, Quincy was to my left on the floor writing on his white board. He asked me how to spell “well” (even though he had it correct). I knew he was there and wrote a long time, but by the time I got up, I had completely forgotten that he had written something and he didn’t mention it to me. I saw it this morning.