With our gift card, we were able to play, eat lunch, AND order dessert. Keagan ordered injectionable doughnut holes.
Evan said it looked like we were using heroin and refused to taste the ymminess. He was clearly wrong; they were everything you would want with a dessert.
On our way home, Keagan asked a burning question? “When did we change the pronunciation of Israel?” Crickets. No one knew what he meant. So he explained. “Pastor Larry always talks about people in BC times and says /Is-ra-el/, but we just say /Is-reel/. When did the name change?”
Evan: “Are you serious?”
Keagan: “Very.”
We died. Just died. I take comfort knowing he’s at least listening to the sermons.
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