Because 'Z' words are hard to come by

Zoey has learned how to spell her name. Since this is a newly acquired skill, compliments of many hours devoted to her Cheez-It Scrabble crackers, she is now forever on the lookout for her "name". (Note: If you ask her to spell her name, she'll tell you Z-O-E-Y. But she is easily distracted and understandably excited whenever she discovers a new 'Z' word, so there's been a bit of Z-word confusion in our house lately.)

Scene: The Library Park, playing in an old concrete structure that has been overgrown with vines. Zoey is climbing on one side of the heavily-graffitied concrete pillar, while I am doing my best to climb on the other.

Zoey: Yook, Mommy, yook! This spells my name! It has a 'Z' and an 'O' in it! Yook!

I walk over to where she is climbing to inspect the graffiti. What I find is the word "LEZBO" scrawled across the cement.

Me: Oh...no, honey. That does not say your name. It says...something different.

Zoey: (stubbornly) No it doesn't, Mommy! It has a 'Z' and an 'O', so it says Zoey!

Me: Um. Okay. Let's go for a walk!

So thank you, Mr. or Ms. Graffiti Artist, wherever you are, for coming up with new and creative ways to incorporate my daughter's favorite letter in to your everyday work. Perhaps you could apply for a job at Sesame Street. I hear they're hiring.