My husband and I often spell words so that our small children won’t understand what we’re saying. I didn’t realize what a habit this had become until one day when my husband and I were in the grocery store at the soup aisle.

 

An aggressive young woman banged into our cart, then nudged me over, blocking my access to the soup. Annoyed, I looked at my husband and said, “Boy, is she r-u-d-e!”

 

“Yeah,” he replied, “and I’ll bet she can s-p-e-l-l.”

 

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