Chewymom

Sam (10), wondering what is the meaning of the word “claustrophobic.”

This was Ben’s (11th grade) response after he had asked me to describe what my book club was like, and I responded that we all read a book over the course of a month, then we gathered to discuss it.

Ditch, Sally-dear. The word is ditch.

There’s a story here.

We have been visiting various churches in our town recently. It has been a really neat learning experience for our family–seeing worship styles we have never been exposed to before. This morning we decided to visit an Episcopal church. We were preparing the children for the Eucharist because two of them have never had the Lord’s Supper before, and we were fairly certain that it would be offered. We explained that most likely, we would go forward and that the priest would place the bread in our mouths. This was obviously concerning to Sally.

I am happy to report that first of all, the priest did not in fact, stuff bread into anybody’s mouth. He carefully placed it into our open palms as we knelt at the altar. Then a challis of wine was brought, and we dipped our bread into the wine (and no, it wasn’t Welch’s, like we get in our usual church) and then ate it.

As soon as the bread was in her mouth, Sally made a face, fanned her mouth, and whispered loudly, “That bread is DISGUSTING!”

Watching two of my children take their first communion was a beautiful thing, even if they slightly missed the point of the whole thing.

Brig said this after we opened TEN envelopes, all from the Social Security Administration relating to his SSI claim, and all arriving on the same day in the mail.

Ben said this after Chewydad offered Sally a popsicle if she would let him pull her tooth tonight.

Ben said this as he plopped his head onto the new kitchen scale.

Brig, always mindful of crocodiles, and a bit terrified of them, just checking before we walked off of our cruise ship onto Mexican soil.

Ben said that as we passed a few elderly ladies putting the finishing touches on the cross in front of their church this Easter morning. Ya know, I’ve never given it much thought, but it is a little odd when you look at it that way….

Saly marched in the front door an announced this to me after she had been playing at a friend’s house. This would sound perfectly normal until you realize that Ollie is the dog. Grace is the friend. Apparently Grace had on a Tigger costume, and Ollie was grabbing the tail.