As we were walking from the van to the church building on Sunday morning Rachel asked me a question. I don't remember what it was but I do remember my answer.
"That's a valid choice," I told her.
"What does valid mean?" she asked me.
"Valid means acceptable," I explained.
Andrew, who had been gathering up the rest of our stuff and locking the van (or who might take after his father more than he'd care to admit) caught up to us and tried to join our conversation.
"A ballad is a song," he corrected, "Not a festival."
Rachel and I both turned to look at him.
"What are you talking about?" I asked him.
"Rachel said, 'What does ballad mean?' and then you said, 'Ballad means a festival,' but a ballad is a song, not a festival," he recapped.
"I know what a ballad is," I assured him.
"Then what were you talking about?" he asked.
"She asked me what valid meant and I told her it meant acceptable."
"Oh," said Andrew, nodding his head in agreement.
Our entire family has been laughing about this all week. I suppose that'sa festival acceptable.
"That's a valid choice," I told her.
"What does valid mean?" she asked me.
"Valid means acceptable," I explained.
Andrew, who had been gathering up the rest of our stuff and locking the van (or who might take after his father more than he'd care to admit) caught up to us and tried to join our conversation.
"A ballad is a song," he corrected, "Not a festival."
Rachel and I both turned to look at him.
"What are you talking about?" I asked him.
"Rachel said, 'What does ballad mean?' and then you said, 'Ballad means a festival,' but a ballad is a song, not a festival," he recapped.
"I know what a ballad is," I assured him.
"Then what were you talking about?" he asked.
"She asked me what valid meant and I told her it meant acceptable."
"Oh," said Andrew, nodding his head in agreement.
Our entire family has been laughing about this all week. I suppose that's
We were laughing so hard last night--couldn't get to sleep for a while!
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