Slightly off piste, but when told to write out the words to O Come all ye Faithful, a 9 year old specki wrote "God and sinners wreck on siled". Mortifying. About the same era, when my Dad was tickling me I said, "stop it Dad, you get on my wick" (a phrase I'd picked up from the naughty boys at the riding stables I went to). My Dad hit the roof and banned me from the stables which nearly ruined my life at the time! I too was 'mysld' rather than' miss-led' and a Pennyloper and don't get me started on 'deodorant' - it took me ages to fathom that one out.