"It's Father's Day! It's Father's Day!" Hannah sang. She had made some stuff at school for Father's day, and had it in a bright purple oversized envelope. For almost two weeks she tried to give Jeremy the envelope only to hear, "It's not Father's Day yet. I can't open this."
"Finally. Finally! It's Father's Day! I have a present for you Daddy!" Hannah handed the envelope to Jeremy.
He pulled out the first part of his present. An Acrostic Poem, using the word Father. He paused a minute, carefully made his face blank, and then showed it to me. Hannah was beaming, waiting, anticipating his reaction to her thoughtfulness. I sucked in my breath, and whispered to Jeremy, "I'm sure it's not what it looks like. It's just not spelled right."
"Yeah I know. But what do you think it's really supposed to be?"
"Ask her."
"Hannah, read this poem to me..."Jeremy prompted.
"Funky..." She began
"OOOH Funky! Oh ok. ah. Good. Funky. But, you know, not that I'm trying to be critical, next time you spell Funky, make sure you include the N, and uh, there's no C before the K."
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