Learning To Spell
Mom's son,
Mitchell, a kindergartner, liked practicing spelling with magnetic letters on the
refrigerator: cat, dog, dad, and mom were all proudly displayed for all to see.
One morning while getting ready for the day, Mitchell bounded into the room with his arms
outstretched. In his hands were three magnetic letters:
"G"-"O"-"D."
"Look what I spelled, Mom!" Mitchell exclaimed, a proud smile on his face.
"That's wonderful!", his Mom praised him. "Now go put them on the fridge so
Dad can see when he gets home tonight."
That Catholic education is certainly having an impact, she happily thought.
Just then, a little voice called from the kitchen.
"Mom? How do you spell 'zilla?'"