“If I keep this up, I’ll certainly get crowned.”
My youngest daughter walked past me in the hallway saying “pardon” over and over again on her way to her bedroom.
“What on earth are you doing?” I asked.
The six-year-old stopped and looked up at me blankly.
“I’m saying ‘pardon’ for all the naughty stuff I will do in the future,” she said before turning and resuming her chant for an eternity of grace, or at least for as long as she could keep it up.
