Several nights a week, we do family devotions after dinner. While we're still sitting around the table, Kyle will ask for this book:
For some reason, we can never remember the title so it's become a family joke. "Can you get the "Small Book for Big Heads" book?" or "Can you hand me the "Small People at a Big Table" book?"
A n y w a y . . .
Last night, Kyle was reading about reformers and the uproar they caused among the Catholic church. Lydia asked:
What's the Pimp?
I stifled a giggle as Kyle tried to explain who the Pope is. Before he could get it out, Daniel, having noticed that Mom was entertained by something, corrected Lydia:
I think you mean the Pulp.
Now Kyle was stifling giggles (and definitely not as successfully as I had). "No, that's the stuff in orange juice."
Does this happen at your house too or is it just mine?