She then brought me the menu that she'd written out, and it was a fine example of her ongoing fearless spelling. The available items (each of which was assigned to a particular guest) were as follows:
- meat (lion)
- bambo (panda)
- nottles (Kit)
- pisti (Margot)
Claire, in a not-unusual demonstration of perceived intellectual superiority, took one look at the menu and began howling with laughter. She was torn as to whether "nottles" or "pisti" merited greater derision, but ultimately concluded that "bambo" was the real gem here. She proceeded to offer up completely unsupportive comments like, "BamBO?! What is bamBO?! That's not even a word!", followed by a sort of evil cackle. Sort of an impressive display of self-confidence, when you consider that this blistering critique is coming from a child who still insists on pronouncing "discipline" with a hard "c."