Our younger daughter came home telling me about her music class this last week.
Daughter: And when the teacher took role, I answered, "Here, O Mighty Dread Sovereign Whom I Shall Ever So Serve!"
Me: (raising eyebrow) And what did she say?
Daughter: She said, "Where did you learn all those big words?"
Me: And you said...
Daughter: My daddy taught me!
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This is about as strange as when two people with theological degrees reproduce. The results seem to percolate down through the generations so that even a four year old warns, "See these holes in the floor (places where grills had yet to be fit). Well, Nana, you've got to be careful. If you fall in one of these holes, you might never see your mommy and daddy again!!" This last was uttered on a rising note and declared with a pointing gesture of admonition. I figure she'll be ready for the pulpit by the time she's six.
How fun! This amuses me to no end. Scott and I once convinced the rather badly behaved child of a friend that a dragon lived in our basement to heat our house, and that if she didn't behave better, we intended to feed her to it. She was standing over a heating grate when the heater kicked on, and I think she jumped about three feet at the first "whooof" of warm air that rose under her.
She WAS much better behaved, the rest of the evening, though.
She sounds just like a Hudson-Lawson mix, she does!
Thanks for the laugh!
Beth
And that's not to mention her current enthusiasm for ninjitsu.
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