Uncle Lemon got called up to the majors this morning.
When we were walking into church, The Talker was singing a song that he learned a couple of weeks ago at Vacation Bible School.
One of the lines is:
'The Lord liveth and blessed be The Rock'
But trying to convince the son that the words were not,
'The Lord Lemon, and blessed be a rock'
proved to be a little too challenging for me at 8:30 on a Sunday morning. Especially since his mom and I could not stop giggling about it.
Way to go Uncle Lemon. Maybe the promotion comes with a raise, too. If not, I bet you can get some killer baseball player autographs in Heaven.