We’ve made a decision that we’re simply going to teach Charis (who is 2 years old) the correct name for bits of the body. We were also aware that there might be some unwanted outcomes of this policy. The first such outcome arrived at church yesterday.
In the middle of a fine sermon on Mark 2 Charis asks out loud, “nipple! Where’s your nipple?”
I’m sure everyone else thought, “aaah, the Ould child…”