How we practice letters

A couple of weeks ago during lunch, I only let Peter have two corn dogs even though he wanted three. He gets too full and then won't eat his dinner. He kept playing with the sticks at the table even though I told him he was done. He would say, “Mom look! Here's a big T-- and here's a little T. This is like an A.” Then, he said, “This is a broken Z because you won't let me have three corn dogs.” I though it was pretty funny!