Fix That, Spell This

One day, last week, while I was getting dressed, Lil' James comes into my room and hands me a mini slinky all twisted up.  He hands it to me and says, "Mom, just throw it away.  That's going to be impossible to fix." 
"I can fix it just give me a few minutes to finish getting ready" I replied.
"NO MOM- it's impossible.  YOU won't be able to do it!" he continues.
"James, remember what we read in our readings, 'all things are possible with God'"?- I said.
Then he looks at me with the patronizing look that deems me a complete moron and says, "Yeah, but MOM, I'm talking to YOU and YOU can't handle it so just throw it away."
Humph-  I showed him and fixed it in like 60 seconds flat and sported a victorious smirk. 

There was something about gaining vindication from a 7 year old that was necessary at that point in time.




Yesterday, I gave James his spelling test and when we got down to about the ninth word he starts giggling.  I asked him what is so funny and he replies, "Oh, you'll see." 

"James you need to focus and take this seriously.  Now let's continue," I replied and proceeded with the remaining twenty total words.  When he was finished he brought his paper over to me chuckling to himself and flung his paper onto the counter and went for his break outside.  Here are the words he was supposed to write with his answer following:

Spelling Word                          His Word Spelled Out (I added the dashes)
splash                                       s-p-l-a-s-h
split                                          s-p-l-i-t
spray                                        s-p-r-a-y
spring                                       s-p-r-i-n-g
sprinkle                                    s-p-r-i-n-k-l-e
scrap                                       s-c-r-a-p
scrape                                     s-c-r-a-p-e  m-y  b-o-o-t-y, aahhhhhhh
scrub                                       s-c-r-u-b  m-y  b-o-o-t-y
strip                                         s-t-r-i-p
stripe                                       s-t-r-i-p-e
squish                                      s-q-u-i-s-h  I-r-e-s-o-n  l-i-k-e  a  b-u-g
squeal                                     s-q-u-e-a-l
squeak                                    s-q-u-e-a-k
stink                                        s-t-i-n-k  l-i-k-e  a T-e-a-g-a-n
stank                                       s-t-a-n-k  l-i-k-e  a  I-r-e-s-o-n
stunk                                       s-t-u-n-k  l-i-k-e  a  s-k-u-n-k
pretty                                      m-o-m-m-y B-e-c-k-y R-o-s-s

funny                                      d-a-d-d-y J-a-m-e-s R-o-s-s
were                                       w-e-r-e
there                                       t-h-e-r-e

I suppose every class has their class clown, and he's ours.