Spelling B

Actual conversation.  I am not making this up:

Child (who is still learning to read): That’s the letter B!  God starts with B.

Mom (who knows how to read, she thought): No, I think you mean “G.”  God starts with G.

Child: No, it doesn’t, it’s B.  I know!

Mom: “G“.  The “guh” sound [I'm not sure how you spell it, but y'all know how to make a "guh" sound.  That's what she was doing.]

Child: No, at school we learned it.  Our music teacher said: “Should old acquaintance B for God…”

Mom: slaps her forehead.  You can’t defy logic like that.

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My cousin, Justin, and his best friend, Paul, taught me the Pledge of Allegiance: “…with Liberty and Justin for Paul.

kids know it all and it only gets worse as they get older.

Haaa! LOL! Kids are great, plus it reminds us of what crazy things we thought as kids.

Funny because lately my mom has been telling the story of the time I saw God.

She was teaching me how to read. And how to sound out words. So we’re sitting, in Catholic Mass, after communion one Sunday, when everyone is dead silent. DEAD SILENT.

And then I see the word God in the missal.

“LOOK MOM! THERE’S GOD!!!”

She quickly looks up and starts looking all around the church, like most of the rest of the congregation, in hopes that they can all see God too. Then she sees that I’m pointing to the word itself in the missal and has to explain relatively loudly, “Yes, honey, that’s the word G-O-D God.”

She’s still impressed that so many people were laughing so hard and the congregation still managed to stay silent.

;)