The Mouths of Babes

One evening last week, I was working in the kitchen, and Wife and the boys were in the living room watching a video. I heard Wife ask our two-year-old, “What did you say?”

A minute later, Wife brought the boy to me as she stifled her own laughter. “I can’t do it without laughing,” she said. “You have to talk to him.” So I took him into his bedroom and asked him, “Boy, what did you say?”

“Holy Shit,” he said again with his arms extended, palms up, and shrugging his shoulders in an I-don’t-know kind of way. He said it without the least hint of guilt or mischief. I knew right then it was time to have a talk with our fourteen year old.

Ms. Hamilton

Dear Friends,

I just wanted to let everyone know that Ms. Hamilton's daughter called today to tell us that Ms. Hamilton died this morning about 11AM. She was at home with her children and her grandchildren who were there to comfort her and say goodbye. I have spoken with Mr. Bossman, and he will be sending flowers on behalf of the students and staff of the district. The date and time of the memorial service are still to be determined.