Last week I wrote about Kent’s Spelling Bee, and how preparing for it was hard for him and I.
Well, the Bee came and went, and I forgot to come back to post the results. He misspelled “morale” (he spelled it as “moral”) and finished in 4th place—for me, it doesn’t make sense, as I have always considered first, second and third place relevant, but fourth?—, which still qualified him to go to the State competition. That, of course, means more practice and hence more pain.
“You don’t want soup? — I’ll give you three cups!”