Thursday, April 15, 2010

The kid's got funny bones.

Today, Thing 1 endured an extended disquisition on Lateran eucharistic theology (not his native interpretation of that ritual), prompted by a display of ornate ciboria at the Bargello Museum. Tonight as we waited to place our dinner order, the table next to us was given a basket of crusty bread and a small jug of house red. He grinned at me and said: "Dinner is served. It's a miracle!"

5 comments:

Lisa B. said...

dang. hilarious.

Doctor Cleveland said...

Niiice.

Moria said...

Heart.

Speaking of which, I'ma gonna want to pick your brain about my exam lists. (Hellooooo, patristic hermeneutics!)

Nom.

Blue Cheese said...

Amen.

ntbw said...

Love it! We always bring our kids forward to receive a blessing from the priest when we receive the Eucharist. One Sunday evening, when my older son was about four, he passed me a roll at dinner and said "the body of Christ, the bread of heaven." To which I could only say, "Amen."