Isaac, five, is doing some homework at the kitchen table. He has been given some letter shapes to trace, and he is concentrating hard, working on the flicks and flourishes that link one letter to another. He is relaxed and happy, and enjoying the chance to show off what he has been learning at school. His little hands still find the pencil a handful, and the complexities of joined-up writing make this demanding work. I am not watching his hands, though, or the fine motor actions that drive his pencil lead across the page. I am watching his lips. Read More