About a month ago, Meredith appeared extra jazzy when she got off of the bus. She reported that she had won the class spelling bee, which is her ticket to participate in the school spelling bee. For the past four weeks, she and Jeff have been studying the list and taking words apart and putting them back together and making connections with words and writing words and eating alphabet soup and now I’m just making stuff up, but please know this: She is Ready. She may not win the bee, as she’s up against fourth and fifth grade students. BUT, she has done her homework. She’s got this. She’s wearing a Ravenclaw necktie and a fake fur vest. (The fur is fake. The vest is very real.)
Meredith: Racial is just like facial. Schooner is like school, but you take away the L and add a nerd with no D. There is a nest in the siologist in anesthesiologist.
Me: A girl named Tracey won our elementary spelling bee. The word Attitude killed me. A-t-t-i-d-u-d-e. ARGH! Where was my head?!
After school today, we will celebrate spelling with frozen yogurt and hot fudge.