A kid was practising spelling with magnetic letters on the
refrigerator: cat, dog, dad, and mom had been proudly displayed for
all to see.
One morning while getting ready for the day, he bounded into the
room with his arms outstretched. In his hands were three magnetic
letters: G-O-D.
"Look what I spelled, Mom!" with a proud smile on his face.
"That's wonderful!" his mom praised him. "Now go put them on the
fridge so Dad can see when he gets home tonight."
The mom happily thought that her son's Catholic education was
certainly having an impact.
Just then, a little voice called from the kitchen: "Mom? How do you
spell 'zilla'?"
