Spelling words

Jake wrote on the back window of my suburban a few days ago and I hadn’t noticed.  Today he pointed it out, saying, “Ha, ha, your window says “poop machine.”  Ha, ha!”

Then he proceeded to ask Nolan how to spell, “poop.”  Before Nolan could even attempt to spell it, Lincoln chimed in, “S-H-E-C-K!”  Jake and I could hardly contain ourselves!