This morning, while we were rushing around, getting ready for church (trying not to be late for once), I heard a cheerful voice rolling from down the hall. As usual his voice carried not only to my ears, but to everyone on the east side.
He said, "Where did you come from? Did you come from hell?" [imagine a sing-song voice]
Mark and I looked at each other. While I'm fairly positive Eli was speaking to his small sister, we chose to believe he was speaking to a nearby cat. As this was the case, no further action was required, since everybody knows cats are evil.
Let's hope this kind of question doesn't get us beat up in the mall in the near future.
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