The little angel wants so badly to be able to spell.

She can't spell.

Her: "Mommy!  What does S-E-S-E spell?"

Me: "Nothing."

Her: "MOMMY!!!!  What does N-J-F-P spell?"

Me: "Nothing, honey.  You know how to spell my name.  Why don't you spell my name?"

Her:  "MOOOOOOMMMMYY!  What does F-E-P-Q spell?"

Me:  "Mommy is driving.  My head is sort of starting to hurt.  I think you're spelling in another language."

Her: "Mommy!  You're not a very good speller."