It was cute. This was a blend of fifth through eighth grades, so you had kids who look way too young to go to school with Em along with kids who look way to old.
There was an Alfred E. Newman type who was probably four-foot nothing who made it to the final two. And a girl who could easily have been a high school senior except for a coltish awkwardness. She made it pretty far, too, repeatedly nailing the spelling with a transparent doubt followed by a bubbly surprise that she was still in the hunt.
Em got knocked out in the second round on a word she knows, 'refute.' She claimed, after the fact, to not know the word. I said, 'Allow me to refute that.' Then, when she told her Mom on the phone the same thing, there was a pause followed by, 'That's what Daddy said!'
But it was a screwy word list. How is 'kaleidoscope' (second round)easier than 'velvet (final round)?'
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