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Somehow

Somehow this sign, which was posted today in my office break room, was not reassuring:

"SAFE LOCATION'S FOR TORNADOE'S"

Somehow it's hard to be annoyed when your six-year-old wastes several inches of precious label-making tape on this message:

"God is in hven and he loves you frever and he wochis over evryone."

Somehow you have to stop yourself from laughing when the same six-year-old makes her auntie guess this in a game of Hangman:

ILICKYOUMIMI

(that's supposed to be like, not lick, just so you know)

Somehow you feel a bit disappointed when your three-year-old calls you over to see how she's spelled her name in Bananagram tiles, and instead of P-H-O-E-B-E you see:

JXOIHLMQ

Somehow, you still believe that your children will eventually display the good spelling genes you and your husband have passed on (he, a spelling bee whiz, you, the District Spelling Champion three years running). As for the geniuses in your HR department, they're on their own. Look out for tornadoe's.

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Anonymous said…
I really cringe both at the misspelling and the incorrect use of apostrophes. I'm sorry, if that sign were posted anywhere near me, I would have to correct it! Maybe I could get a job making signs for spelling-challenged corporations!

Mom
12:59 PM
aimee said…
That is too sad.

Ilickyoumimi is hilarious!
3:08 PM
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