“Where Do Bibles Come From?” Max asked.
My expectant wife, Kathy, and I were on the couch talking, and she remarked that Max (who is now 17 months old) has been increasingly poking her in her rapidly disappearing navel and asking, “Baby?”
She told him, “Yeah, that’s where the unbib — I mean — the umbilical cord is!”
“Yeah, son, ” I said to both of them, ”It would be called the unBIBLICAL cord only if we weren’t married!”
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Derrick L. Williams is the husband of Kathy, the daddy of Max (hence Maxdaddy), the newborn Diana, and a professional saxophone player with a Christian heart who has strong, sometimes humorous, probably controversial opinions on the state of the world. He attends a multi-racial, doctrinally sound church on purpose (!), and lives in a racially divided, troubled city.
There’s a lot of stuff to gripe about, but the desire is to teach as well as to entertain. He has quite a bit to say, and he has a need for someone to listen.
He loves romance novels by crackling fires, thick wool sweaters, and hot cocoa with marshmallows in it, long walks in cool breezes, poems spoken in soft, whispery voices, and brunches by babbling brooks! HE IS JUST KIDDING!!!
Sorry ’bout the third person!
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That was almost the next ‘Marsh Malaprop’ entry! Funny none-the-less!
Too funny!
Hope that Kathy is doing well, by the way!
Ok, but that’s where Kathy’s umbilical cord was, Diana’s could be anywhere, depending on the placement of the placenta. I know I’ve gotta stop killing the jokes. and I’ve gotta stop giving men information they don’t want. *sigh* I need help.
Thanks, guys! Kathy’s great now that she is taking the iron pills that the dr. prescribed long ago.