Can you spell this?

Ok - we're at Walmart yesterday and things have gone extraordinarily well with having 2 kids in one of those kid-carts which holds 2 kids crammed across from one another. One kid has to put their feet one direction and the other puts their feet the other way...........yeah, right! I haven't been grocery shopping with Zachary for a long while because he just doesn't enjoy figuring out which tomato has the fewest knocks, dings and bruises and which can of green beans is the cheapest. Katie was trying to explain it to him, in kid language, and she finally looks up at me completely exasperated and confused and says "Mom, he no get it.". An older lady going down the aisle looks at Katie and says "Honey, they never do". I couldn't contain myself and busted up laughing in the middle of the store. People must've thought I'd lost my mind from the looks they were giving me ............ of course, I was still laughing out loud as I was continuing my shopping aisle to aisle. So as we are continuing through the store on our way to the checkout, I've recovered from my fit and am only paying halfway attention to what Zachary is saying - ok it's going in one ear and out the other. Now this may sound like I'm ignoring him (ok, I am) but the kid wakes up talking and doesn't shut up until he falls asleep at night. I'm wondering what in the world happened - he couldn't say but 3 words at 2.5 - we stuck him in speech therapy and good heavens! the child learned to talk and hasn't shut up since. So, Zachary decides that he wants to check his Kindergarten readiness and starts spelling everything he sees "shirt" - "s-c-a-c-t". Huh? Well, at least he knew it began with the "s" sound and ended with the "t". So I spell it for him "s-h-i-r-t.......shirt". May I add a disclaimer here - you know, you learn the hard way that you should never spell a word in a public place that can be misspelled into a 4-letter word by accident. Yep, you got it - Zachary says "shirt - s-h-i-t ..... shirt".......Yeah............... At this point we are in line at the checkout register with the 40 million other shoppers - oh, and did I mention it's full of the end-of-the-month club shoppers at Walmart. In case you don't know who the end-of-the-month club shoppers are - it's all the elderly people who've just gotten their Social Security checks. You could hear the teeth bouncing off the floor tiles from the little old ladies and the "hrumphs" from the little old men. The elderly gentleman directly behind us starts whistling. Zach quickly forgets "shirt" and asks "how do you spell 'whistle'?". Now considering my complete and utter horror and mortification over 'shirt' I did wait and go through my mind very quickly on whether this could be misspelled into the "wrong" kind of word..............uh, nope. So I spell it for him - of course, the little booger got that one right the first time and the elderly gentleman behind us gave Zach a high-5 for it. At this point the checker had my items rung up and had just finished deducting my coupons - all $8.50 worth - and so I quickly paid my.....$191.00 tab (yes, that's per week - now you know why I clip coupons!) and made a break to the car. Right as we hit the door to go out, it starts pouring down rain (of course there was none in the forecast). My thought was "Great" - but Zach beat me to it "great! We left our raincoats at home, mom - and our fruit chews are all going to melt together." Well, we all do have our own priorities......................