Last night, we had some hail. It reminded me of a similar time a few years back…

One day in South Texas, we had a “gully-washer” (a.k.a. downpour of rain)! It sounded like my kids were banging on the walls. I looked outside to see grape-sized hail coming down. I yelled upstairs, “Everyone…come down and see hail!” Benjamin slowly came down and said to me, “But momma, I thought Jesus saved us from hell!” We live in the South, and I guess I have more of an accent than I thought! However, it gave me a chance to better explain that concept. Never assume anything!

Here’s another “whale” of a story:

One time when Paige and Michelle were small, Paige happened to be sick and was running a fever. When I told Michelle that Paige was “all well” . She looked at me in disbelief and asked, “Paige turned into a whale?” Boy howdy, y’all need to git me outta Texas! I’m just kidding; however, I would like to think that my accent isn’t that severe! Aren’t children (and homophones) punny?