For some reason, my Dad received an earthenware jar as a gift from one of his students. What's more, he's been having fun labeling all things in the house with his new Brother p-Touch label printer. So, I come home from work to find that he's labeled the jar "POOP". Zach notices the jar, of course.
While standing at a crosswalk, Bob asks Zach, "How do you spell poop?"
"P...O...O...P..." says Zach, his memory perfect.
Bob and I began laughing hysterically. So Zach can spell poop, but not his own name? Tragedy!
