We have spelling bees at dinnertime. It's not some overbearing tiger-parent thing; the kids demand it. I don't know how it started, but I guess when two nerds love each other very much and decide to make babies, there's a chance it might result in spelling bees.
"Lyla, spell 'development'."
"No, Rowan."
Maybe it's time to sign them up for team sports.
Julie gave Lyla "grievance," which she spelled "greevence." So, no dessert for Lyla. Just kidding.
"Do you know what 'grievance' means, Lyla?"
"No."
"If you have a reason to complain about something, then you have a grievance."
At that instant the floodgates of 8-year-old disapproval burst open, and Lyla aired grievances for the next 10 minutes.
"Lyla, if you decide to share these concerns with your teacher tomorrow, make sure you use the word 'grievance'."
"Okay, I'll tell her I have a grievance."
"Several grievances."
"Yeah."
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