Dressed to die for?

From the gem closet of children’s phrase comes this story.

My first grader sings in the church choir, and yesterday I was observing her wriggling around with her cassock. Her sweater was itchy, apparently, and she wanted to try to take it off. I went to the choir stalls and we then found some space nearby to do some costume rearrangements. This afternoon, in the car, we were discussing various things, and I explained the expression on my face as I watched her wriggling in church. “You were fiddling with your cassock,” I told her. “But, Daddy, that is not a cassock. A cassock is the box in which you put dead people.”

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About The Grasshopper

Professional international economist, recently retired from an international organization. I use blogging as a way of organizing my ideas and thoughts about a range of topics. I was born in Jamaica, and spent many years being educated, living, and working in the UK. I lived in the USA for a few decades, and worked and travelled abroad extensively. My views have a wide international perspective. Father of girls. Also, married to an economist.
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