This morning, in final laps of readiness for church (you know what I mean), we were putting on shoes and Kate looked at Stuart and said: "What's your occupation?"
"What?" Neither one of us understood what she said. So she said it again:
"What's your occupation?"
I don't know that she knew what that meant, but we told her, and so she went around the room asking our occupations. My goodness. Occupation.
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