I couldn't help but chuckle in reminiscence: When I was in 3rd grade at Sunset Elementary School in Venice, CA, I came home and told my mother that we had hung our "aps" in the cloakroom. My mother questioned the word, but I was adamant (a trait that is my genetic pattern to this day). I insisted loudly that the teacher said, "Hang your aps in the cloakroom!" My mother gently pointed out that what the teacher actually had said was "Hang your wraps in the cloakroom." Talk about missing letters!