We were at a meeting for the soon-to-be-no-longer-URC URC church last night. Afterward, the one and only elder was talking to Eden and he suggested we could meet for services in her room. She giggled, said there wasn’t enough room, and he said maybe we could all fit under her bed. Her reply made me cringe.
“No, we won’t fit. There’s too much crap under there!”
Oh, baby. Thankfully, he went with it and laughed, said there is too much crap under his bed too, and that his eight year old son is constantly telling him not to say “crap”. Somebody should have told that one to Eden’s momma, I’m thinking.