Wednesday, November 26, 2008


Overheard in the van, as the radio played called-in expressions of gratitude:


Ben (freshly 7): I'm thankful that we found a house in Montana. Your turn.


Lily (freshly 5): I'm thankful that God gave me a family. Your turn.


Ben: I'm thankful for God. Your turn.


Lily: I'm thankful for sickness. Your turn.


Ben: {Groan} OK, Lily, we need to stop. We've run out of things to be thankful for.


Our cup runneth over. Happy Thanksgiving.



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