The writing on the stall

I took Elise with me to Home Depot the other day. (Disclaimer: I prefer Menards to Home Depot, but sometimes convenience takes priority.)
After a good amount of time shopping, tossing 2x4s on the pallet, pushing her in the oversized cart and counting bolts, Elise had to go to the bathroom.
Now, for background, we've really been working with her on identifying letters. She likes trying to guess them on books and random objects, and often will ask what a word "says." So we take advantage of those brief letter-learning moments whenever they present themselves.
Not always, though.
After finding the cleanest (well, least dirty) stall in the men's room and completing the proper sanitation exercise, it was time for Elise to use the facilities. Except that she was preoccupied by the writing on the wall of the stall.
"What's this word, Daddy?" she asked.
I didn't answer, for reasons obvious to anyone who's seen public bathroom graffiti.