In church

One mischievous Sunday, we sat down in sacrament meeting and the first thing DB did was empty his bag, finally pulling out a pair of spare underwear, held them aloft and stretched the elastic. Me, exasperated: “DB, what are you doing?” Him, with relish: “Underpants!!!”

Minutes later, DB was inspecting the picture on the front of the sacrament program. It was a close-up of a white tulip, printed in black and white.

DB: “Mom, this is a pig bum?”

Me: “No! It’s a flower.”

DB, disbelieving: “Dad, this is a pig bum?”

P: “No, it’s a flower!”

Me: Continues to crack up through the passing of the bread. Maybe longer.