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Kid's Academy Company App Reviews



I was selected by Sverve and Kids Academy Apps to Review the following Learning Apps from Preschoolers:


Learn To Read & Write Kid’ Puzzles 


I kept both my four year old niece and my 6 year old ASD son occupied and happy with this app during a busy day full of errands. Although it was more of a review for the 6 year old, he loved it and who couldn't use help with their handwriting. The four year old got the most “learning” use out of the app a she has just started Pre-K, she loved tracing the letters and both kids loved the dog playing in the maze. The graphics are bright and engaging and it may become a favorite for kids and myself.

Preschool & Kindergarten Learning Kids Games Free For Toddlers and Preschool Children 

This app was more appropriate for my younger nieces and nephews. So I let them go at it. They loved catching the fireflies and tracing the numbers and letters. Since they are just starting out in school, this is a great tool for enrichment. I told them it was homework. They liked the fun look of the game and it kept them busy for a full 20 minutes thats ages for a preschooler!

Kids Puzzles preschool math games for girls and boys ∙ Toddlers learn 123 tracing with paint sparkles draw drill 

All three kids fro 3-6 loved this game, they loved to trace the numbers and get medals! I could actually see the form and shape of their numbers getting better as they kept playing. I thought it wouldn't keep them engaged for long but I was wrong. This one is a keeper!

This is a sponsored post but the opinions are 100% mine (and my kids)

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