Little Pauly, a kindergartener, practices spelling with magnetic
letters on the refrigerator: “cat,” “dog,” “dad,” and “mom” have been
proudly displayed for all to see.
One morning while getting ready for the day, Pauly bounded into the
room with his arms outstretched. In his hands were three magnetic
letters: G-O-D. “Look what I spelled, Mom!” Pauly exclaimed, a proud
smile on his face.
“That’s wonderful!” says his mother. “Now go put them on the fridge
Dad can see when he gets home tonight.” That Christian education is
certainly having an impact, she thought, happily.
Just then, a little voice called from the kitchen.
“Mom? How do you spell ‘zilla?'”