Last Sunday we had an unusually hard time getting ourselves and the kids ready for church. By the time we were all dressed and had everyone’s bags packed, and were walking out the door, church had already started.
We loaded everyone into the car, and as we drove Tom and I discussed the intricacies of the 649-step process of getting ready in the morning. Where did we get hung up? How can we streamline? And most pressing, since we were late — whose fault was it?
David was mostly quiet, until he decided it was time to talk about something more important.
David: Mommy! Look! We’re a gutter.
Me: What? A gutter? What gutter, buddy?
David: NO! TO cutter!
Me: To cutter?
David: No, Mommy! WE’RE TO CUTTER! LOOK!
[Looking around, what could he possibly be looking at? How does he know the word gutter? Or maybe he’s calling something a cutter? Mudder? Butter?]
Me: David, I don’t know what a cutter is.
David: TOGETHER! MOMMY! WE’RE TOGETHER!
Me: Ah, together. We’re together. Yes, we are. Thanks, David.