As my boy has grown older, the number of nutty things he says has greatly diminished. I'm beginning to think that there really might be a correlation between age and wisdom. Go figure.
Just when I start to feel a little sad that I may never hear another crazy utterance from my boy's lips, he proves me wrong. He knows exactly what this mom needs.
I hope you enjoy this gem from last night...
The boy: Hey mom, I was thinking about athlete's foot and swimmers ear. What other things like that can you get?
Me: Well, what about tennis elbow or skier's thumb?
The boy: Yeah! How about preacher's knee? Or maybe baker's lung! Inhaling all that flour could be dangerous.
I didn't get to suggest any other activity-specific injuries because I had collapsed onto the sofa in a fit of laughter. While I think breathing in too much flour could be a legitimate hazard of baking, I would have never considered kneeling to be problematic for men of the cloth.
Let this be a lesson to all you preachers out there. You should think twice before kneeling to pray. I hear that preacher's knee is incredibly painful and, as far as I know, there is no cure.