Thank God for teachers with a sense of humor! Or else Lola would be forced to be home-schooled by now...
Yesterday Eve and I went in to get Lola from her classroom at the end of the day. Her teacher had written "New Hampshire" up on the white board and asked the students to find as many words as they could using those letters. By the time Eve and I arrived, there were about ten kids left waiting to be picked up and close to 75 words on the board. Mrs. G. enlisted our help and the group of us pushed it to 102 words. Silence fell over the room as we all squinted our eyes and peered at the letters, desperate to make more words. Nothing.
All of a sudden, Lola shouts out, "Weiner!"
Mrs. G turns slowly, gazes at Lola over the top of her wire rims, pen hovering over the white board and says, "You mean...like...hot dog?"
"Yeah, sure." Lola's face was still but her eyes were twinkling madly.
It's up there. It's valid. And it's all Lola.
The little weiner.