No sooner had they burst through the door and dumped their backpacks were they huddled together on the couch, giggling, over a booklet of handmade cards celebrating Theo's "half" birthday.
"I hop you have a gritty hayfe birithday," one read. HAHAHAHHA!
"I hop you luk yor yume kuk," the other would read. HAHAHHAHHAH!
I scolded the children for mocking Theo's classmates; as they slinked away, I slipped into another room with the booklet, and nearly wet myself reading "I hop you havanisharbertay."
I also thought of IM A FN, a funny blog post I wrote back when I first learned about invented spelling. I hop you lik it.