H,

You are hilarious.

Hilarious with just enough knowledge and sass to make yourself dangerous – and then, get us all in trouble.

This story happened, I don’t know – a year or so ago?

I forgot to write about it at the time and thought of it again this week.

It goes like this.

Grandpa and Grandma were in town.

And Grandpa was doing a little tinkering around the house like he always does.

I do not remember what he was working on, but he was in the master bedroom by the bed and was bent over on the floor, about to get up.

I was with him and you came hopping over with your boundless energy.

You paused in front of us, put your hand on your hip and asked:

“What in the Holy Spirit are you doing?”

Grandpa didn’t even say anything.

He just looked regretful.

In retrospect, I’m glad you didn’t give him a heart attack.

Of course, I quickly corrected you.

“No. That’s not nice. You can say ‘what in the world.’ But ‘what in the Holy Spirit‘ is not very nice.”

I was right, but I was trying not to laugh at the same time.

Mom was there to see all of it too.

If she had a drink she would have choked on it.

I love you.

-Dad