Joe goes to school from 9 to 11:30 on Tuesdays and Thursdays. He enjoys it, and he always returns quite proud of himself.
Today when Joe got home he was carrying a stuffed dog and a tiny suitcase into which he had stuffed a rubber snake for show-and-tell.
He came to me and asked me, "Dad, how do you spell 'chip junk?"
"c-h-i-p j-u-n-k," I said, "Why?"
"That's this guys name, and how do you spell chip?" He asked.
"c-h-i-p"
"That's the dogs name. They're almost the same, huh."
