I made homemade pizza a couple nights ago, and both these little gems came from our supper table.

Backhanded Compliment:

Connor: “This actually tastes a little bit like real pizza.”  (Thanks, son.)

Word Confusion:

Tyler, holding up the crust of his pizza: “Is this the Christ?”  (I think this vocab mix-up was the result of our memory verse practice which says “Christ Jesus” twice.  It was really hard to keep a straight face.)