I think English is an absolutely ridiculous language. Nonsensical rules, multiple ways to spell effectively the same word, indecisiveness on punctuation... and so much more wrong with it.
So I absolutely love and hate watching Nathan learn how to spell and read and write. I hate it because it's impossible to explain to him these ridiculous facets of this horrific mishmash of a language. I love it because I get to see him try to spell words and, when he doesn't know them, he goes completely phonetic on them.
Last night, one of his spelling words from school was "come." His spelling, which came (heh heh) as no surprise to me...
It pained me to tell him that he was "wrong." Of course he was only wrong in the sense that it wasn't the spelling his teacher wanted.
I wish I had taken a photo of his handwritten version before he crossed it out completely. Oh well.