I received this text yesterday from my friend’s phone:
“Mommy wuld u like to go to Gepolte with us? Luv ur dauter Morgan.”
After I died laughing, I called my lovely first born to see what location she thought she was saying. Chipotle. They were going to Chipotle for dinner and wondered if we wanted to join them. Yeah. I’m still laughing.
National spelling champ, she is not.
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LOL! My 7 yo’s spelling is horrible. He started a blog and his spelling is so bad the spellcheck doesn’t recognize what word he’s trying to spell. Oh well. We’re better off – I read the spelling bee champ studies words 16 hrs a day. Fun life – not!
Issa Reply:
June 14th, 2010 at 9:37 am
@drlori71, 16 hours a day? That is just insane. Yeah, I’ll pass on that.
Too precious!
Mmm… Chipotle. Yum.
It took forever to convince Bright that you can’t spell “saw”: “SAWL”. Even if that’s how you say it with your redneck accent. As in: I sawl my Mom laughing over my homework today.
My poor children.
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Issa Reply:
June 14th, 2010 at 9:36 am
@followingtheroad, I was convinced wash was spelled warsh when I was a kid. Because that was how my mom pronounced it.