Last week was our class Spelling Bee. We had 210 words to study and I did a little studying with Nana and quite a bit of studying with Mom and when the big day came I felt ready.
So after the other 22 kids in my class went down on words like "float," "reindeer," "knight," and so on and so forth, it was down to Isabelle and me.
And the final word, as Ms. McElroy stated so clearly, was "Christmas." Isabelle had first shot at it and she, unfortunately, got it wrong. So now it was up to me. If I could spell "Christmas" then I'd be the Spelling Bee champ of First Grade.
"Christmas" - "C.H.R.I.S.T.M.A.S." And that, my friends was that. So here's me with the winning Spelling Bee word, a buzz worthy little bee, if I may say so myself.
And then, two nights later I found this old Santa hat under my bed and, appropriately, spent the evening in it for no reason at all really.
