During Thanksgiving, my niece and nephew sat down at the table to do a little drawing.

“Auntie,” they said, “draw something.”

Seeing as how it was late in the evening, I sighed and grabbed a sheet of paper.

What to draw?

I certainly was in no mood for grand art.

“OK,” I said. “How about a cartoon?”

They nodded.

I drew the detailed sketch that you see here.

“What is ‘misseth’?” my nephew asked.

“Good question. It’s when you can’t think of anything important to draw and try to improve your drawing’s quality with a little King James Version,” I replied.

He looked at me blankly.

“Mainly, it’s just bad spelling.”