You Stink

Today I went to the same church meeting as the rest of my family. I was sitting in between my mother and brother, Kelvin. About 45 minutes into the service, Kelvin was bored and decided he needed something else to do. He found a pad of paper in my dad’s scripture case and wrote a note which he promptly held out to show me:
You smell.
I looked at his note and instantly realized something I could contribute to his note. He had left a little space after his s so I got a pencil out of my purse—because he wouldn’t let me use the pen he had already taken out of my purse—and added one letter to his note:
You is mell.
Maybe the speakers from Southern Utah inspired it, but I was pleased with myself. He then crossed out the entire thing and wrote:
You stink.
“There. Try to do something with that.”