On our ride to Lincoln this afternoon, I was driving and Lloyd was reading one of his giant books. Suddenly, he looked out the windshield with a distant, serene and zen-like look on his face.
Lauren: “You o.k.?”
Lloyd (quietly): “I…… am no longer a little teapot.”
Lauren: “*gasp!*”
It’s been such a part of his identity for so long. What now? What now?
Brad says
Are you referring to this song?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MelxJ-a93js
Beth says
Can I go to Lincoln with you next Sunday?
Kristi says
And we’ve managed to hide it from him for so long. How did he ever figure it out??
Peggy says
How long has Lloyd believed he was a teapot?
Lloyd says
As near as I can figure, it started in Kindergarten.
Kristi says
Do we dare tell him the other things?
Lauren says
You mean how Thumbkin has never been lost -- he’s been at the end of Lloyd’s hand the whole time?
Mark says
While no longer a little teapot, may he never forget that he is and will always be Jesus’ little lamb.
Christina says
Yes, well, I am STILL not necessarily a dianasour! If that is any consolation to you Lloyd.