Hooper: Daddy! Want to see me spell “spaghetti”?
Me: Sure, buddy!
Hooper (pronouncing each letter aloud as he writes painfully slowly): “B. S. T.”
Me (after waiting a minute to see if there will be any more letters): All done?
Hooper (proudly): Yep! B.S.T. Buh-skett-tee. I spelled it! Are you proud of me?
Me: Yes! You rock!
Hooper: Yay! I rock!