Give us this day our dairy bread

Micaela: When I get married, I think I will have a different color dress.
Mommy: Oh yeah?  What color?
Micaela: Blue!  Or maybe pink, or red, or purple.
Emeth: I want wear a boat shirt.  Maybe someone will decorate a shirt with a boat.

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Emeth: I call rutabagas “tatoes.”  They taste like they are a little sweet.

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Daddy: [Reading from Luke 11] “Father, hallowed be your name.  Your kingdom come.  Give us each day our daily bread…”
Emeth: [Turns and looks at mommy] Mommy, maybe sometime you can get dairy bread and we can have it for breakfast.

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