The Funniest Thing I Heard All Day...

...came from the lips of my firstborn at supper tonight.

My parents were telling us about the memorial service they attended today (and provided music for--my mother played the piano, and my dad the trumpet--you didn't know he plays the trumpet?--well, neither did almost everyone in attendance at the service--but now they know, and so do you!).  The service was for a wonderful, dear lady, and I remember her with much fondness, and I could write a whole post about that... 

However, to stick to the point, I was asking Dad what kind of cancer Ellen had--specifically, where it started.  He answered that it started in her ovaries.

"What's an ovary?" Josiah wondered aloud.

I responded off-handedly, as if this wasn't a Sensitive Subject.  "The place where a woman's eggs are stored."

His reply was immediate and sarcastic.  "Oh, great!"  Then he continued, "Please don't talk about that.  Especially in front of David and everybody else.  I don't really like the subject."

I nearly cracked up then and there, but I tried to respect his dignity and not give full release to my merriment.  Now that he's in bed, however, I can laugh all I want.    ;-)

That boy!  How I love him!