A young boy in kindergarten loved to practice spelling with magnetic letters on the refrigerator: cat, dog, dad, and mom were proudly displayed for all to see. One morning while getting ready for the day, the boy bounded into the room with his arms outstretched. In his hands were three magnetic letters: G-O-D.
“Look what I spelled, Mom!” the boy exclaimed, a proud smile on his face.
“That’s wonderful!” she praised him. “Now go put them on the fridge so Dad can see when he gets home tonight.” Obviously, Sunday School was having an impact, the mother thought, happily.
Just then, a little voice called from the kitchen. “Mom? How do you spell zilla?”