Sunday, we were invited to lunch at the home of our deacon and his family, whose last name is Lambeth. (We didn’t actually end up eating with them, but that’s irrelevant to this story.) We told our girls that we were going to eat at the Lambeth’s. A few minutes later, Abigail said, “Where are we eating lunch again?” And Catherine said, “At the sheep’s house.”
And if you don’t get it, I’m not explaining it.