Daughter: (over the speakerphone in the car) Papa, why is the number 666 the devil's number?
Papa: I will have to tell you about it when you come home later.
Daughter: (after Papa hangs up the phone) Oh, fiddlesticks! Now he's going to prepare a sermon for us.
Eldest Son: It will probably be as long as one of Saint John Chrysostom's. We'll have to remember to clap when it's over.
Eldest Son: It will probably be as long as one of Saint John Chrysostom's. We'll have to remember to clap when it's over.
1 comment:
Oh my! Hahaha. Your children must leave you in stitches.
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