The Girl comes running in where I am working and asks, “Hey Dad, what does ‘t-w-a’ spell?”
“It stand for ‘Trans World Airlines,'” I reply.
“Really?”
“Yes.”
She shakes off mild frustration and fascination and continues, “But if it were a word, what would it spell? How would you say it?”
“Twa.”
“What does ‘t-w-e’ spell?”
“Nothing.”
“What would it spell?”
“Twe.”
“Say it three times.”
“No.”
“Come on.”
“Twe. Twe. Twe.”
“And ‘t-w-a’?”
“Twa.”
“And ‘t-w-e’?”
“Twe.”
“And ‘t-w-o’?”
I don’t fall for it. She gets frustrated.