Free printable · Template 20
A take-home folder cover written so a seven-year-old can follow it on her own, in the dark, in the car, without asking anybody.
Check it every night · send it back every morning
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Whatever goes in the folder should look like it came from the same room. Pick the next one and it comes out matching this one.
Print as many of these as you like, and the next one will match this one. What the free page will not do is change what belongs on each side. Library books come back on Tuesdays in some rooms and never leave in others. This is a list of rules, and the rules are yours, not mine.
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Most folder covers label the two sides Left and Right, sometimes with a picture of a house and a picture of a school. It reads fine to an adult holding it the right way up.
A seven-year-old is holding it upside down in the back of a car. Left has swapped sides. The house picture means nothing without the caption, and the caption is the part she cannot read yet.
Stays home and Comes back describe what the paper does rather than where it sits. They work in any orientation, they are the words you already say out loud, and a child who can read four words can follow them.
Write the instruction the child gives herself, not the one you would give her.
Four things per side is what a child can check against. Ten things is a wall of text she stops reading in October.
The line at the bottom of each side is the actual instruction: empty this side each night, and this side comes back every day. That is the routine, in two sentences.
A cover glued to the front of a folder is decoration and gets scuffed off by November. Glued inside the front cover, it is where a child looks at the exact moment she is deciding what goes where.
It also survives, because the inside of a folder never meets a backpack zip.