There are days. . .
Our morning hymn today was ‘Again We Keep This Solemn Fast.’ I asked Philip to notice who wrote it and when. “Gregory the Great! In the six hundreds?! Wow! That’s oooooold!” We all agreed. “Oooooh. . . So is that why it’s in black and white then?” Tess wondered.
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“Philip! Come quick! Come look at the street cleaner machine! Fast!”
“Really? How do they make mops that big?”
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“Gemma’s head I don’t like. It smells like Monday. What does my head smell like?” Ellie asked.
“Uh. . . Like chocolate,” I decided.
“And your head smells liiiiiiiike. . . ” SNIFF! “Dinner.”
Out of the mouth of babes… just make me chuckle.