We were browsing the Habitat Homestore yesterday when my son picked up a Thanksgiving decoration.
"Mama, this looks like a horn!"
"Yes," I lectured. "That's called a 'horn of plenty' or 'cornucopia'. Isn't that a funny word?" He smiled and resumed his treasure hunt.
A smart alecky guy popped out from the next aisle and smirked, "Don't you think he's a little young for 'cornucopia'?"
Just then my son came flying toward us with a hinged box. "Look, Mom! Look! It's Pandora's box! But don't open it, whatever you do--it's full of unhappiness for you."
At least our critic had the good grace to smile and say, "I guess not."
For all the times we spill drinks in a restaurant or leave the grocery store mid-trip to make a point, at least we have these little moments of satisfaction. Lord, keep them coming.