A friend from college is visiting us. Both he and his wife are ministers and also the parents of an almost- four year old boy.
He’s a lively, cheerful, polite child. As his parents ran errands, he sat with me on the floor playing with the toys my now-adult children enjoyed. A wooden train. Books. Tiny cars. Lego.
He wanted me to join in the pretending and as I sailed a Lego ship through the air I called out,
“Holy cow!”
The little fellow, obviously surrounded by everything religious and sacred, stopped me and said in all seriousness, “You can’t say that.”
“Okay. I won’t say that any more. What should I say instead?” I asked.
“It’s not ‘holy cow’. You are supposed to say ‘holy CRAP.”
“Okay. I won’t say that.
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