Today, while we were stopped at an intersection, Rachel looked over and said, "That's a pizza shop."
I looked, and yes, it was.
Then, I asked her, "how did you know it was a pizza shop?"
Rachel replied, "Because it has pizza on the sign."
Once I dropped her off at Playschool, I went back to look. Yes, it had pizza on the sign. The word pizza, not an image of a pizza. There was nothing else on the building except the word pizza, which was written a few times.
She READ the sign.
