Was visiting at my son and DIL's home yesterday. Of course, the grand children were there. My five year old, kindergarten granddaughter, at one point, ran up to me and handed me a folded piece of paper with a cute sticker on the front. She said it was a card for me that she had made.
Written inside, I'm sure it was meant to say "I love you Grand Pop".
However, she got the spelling wrong (she is only five years old) and it came
out as "I love you Ground Poop". Oh, well. The intent is what counts.
I am keeping the card. It's a treasure in it's own way.