In Descise

My second grade grandson’s a writer, His stories creative and fun, With spelling that’s just as creative As the story he’s joyfully spun. Most often I’m quick to decipher The words that I don’t understand But sometimes I’m stymied by letters Not quite what the books would demand. So today I resorted to asking What word was in front of my eyes. The obvious answer (to someone) Was, “Nana - of course, it’s disguise!”