I’ve mentioned before that Evan is going to a Lutheran school, and because he’s going to a Christian school, he goes to chapel every Wednesday. This week he learned about Zacchaeus, and as we left the school, I amazed my son by singing the song he had learned that day in chapel. (I went to Catholic school for 12 years; I know some Bible Songs.)
Evan: Mommy, what’s a “wee little man?”
Me: Well, it’s another way to say short. Zacchaeus was a short man.
Evan: Oh. Short like me?
Me: N0. Probably short like Daddy. (The Husband is 5 foot 5 inches. In my family, that’s midget size.)
Evan: Oh. Is Daddy a wee little man?
Me: Um, no. I wouldn’t suggest calling him that unless you can run faster than him.