We were in the car, driving to Pennsylvania to see my grandma and other family after Christmas this week. Our two oldest boys, 4 ½ and six, were in the back of the van challenging each other about how to spell. The oldest just started to learn enough at kindergarten about sounding out letters and beginning to spell words to be dangerous with the English.
“OK, this one’s pwetty twicky,” the younger one warned. “What does A – C – A spell?
“You just made that up,” his older brother responded.
“Nope. I didn’t.”
The earnestness of their talk made me laugh all the way from the drivers seat.