"Mom?" says Boy Child. "How do you spell whore?"
"W-h-o-r-e," says I, completely engrossed in my newspaper.
"Thanks!" says Boy Child, running back to whatever he was writing.
A few moments pass and it dawns on me what I have just spelled for my son.
I go to him.
He looks up from his work.
"Honey, did you just ask me to spell whore?"
"Yep!" he said, cheerfully, coloring in some elaborate drawing he has done.
"Boy Child?" I say, after a moment. "Could I please see what you're working on there?"
"Sure!" he says, and cheerfully passes over his latest "book", which includes lots of cartoon cats, bombs, and superhero costumes.
On one the pages, a character is saying, "We've got to save the whore!"
"Boy Child," I say, grasping and struggling, "This page right here? Um...we've got to save the whore? I just...I don't know if..."
Boy Child looks genuinely confused.
"Mom? Why wouldn't you want to save the whore?"
"Well, I mean, I guess you need to save all people...it's just...."
"No, mom," Boy Child shakes his head. "Not people. Like, saving the earth. The planet."
"Yes!" he's very pleased. "Yes, the world."
"Oh! OH! Okay. Well, that's spelled a little differently. Let's fix that. Right now."
"Okay," says Boy Child, erasing.
"It's spelled w-o-r-l-d," I said. "WORLD. Not WHORE."
Boy Child cheerfully filled in the correct spelling and read me the corrected line.
"Much better!" I said.
"Yeah," he said. "World. Whore. What's the difference?"
"Um. Some. Boy Child. Some."