This morning, we were driving to a craft fair.
My mother saw her next-door neighbors walking their Golden Retriever.
We have the following conversation:
mom: "They got a new dog. It's just like that one, only a smaller version."
me: "A puppy?"
mom: "Yeah. It's a smaller version of that one but it's still three times Daisy's size."
me: "They're called puppies, Mom."
I couldn't make this stuff up.
Warning: more serious, thought-provoking post tomorrow.
But now, I've got to do a reading in church tomorrow, and I should probably go memorize it like my pastor asked me to do.