We had dinner at church - fried chicken.
Ryan: What does chicken come from?
Leroy: What do you think?
Ryan: From Pigs. (Raises the drumstick in his hand to the other people at the table) This one is dead... Pig is good. (as he takes another bite)
Later that night, Nathan is in his bed, yelling at the top of his lungs to Erica to sing to him. She knows better than to talk to him. He gives up and sings to himself, also at the top of his lungs.
Row, Row, Boat... STREAM!
Row, Row, Boat... STREAM!
Mary, Mary, Mary.
Amen. Jesus. Night Night.
Then silence. (Amen!)
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