"Hmmm, how do you spell "miss-quoted?", I mumble to myself.
"Bee-itch," offers the Erratic Genius who's presence I'd forgotten.
"Heh, heh, heh!" He laughs in his evil baritone voice.
It doesn't read funny, but the boy has a gift for timing and delivery.
So, from now on when someone asks me how to spell something, I know I will want to reply, "Bee-itch".
But, coming from me it will just sound crazy old woman, and not hilarious, brilliant young man.