Don't Pop the House

This morning at breakfast Max started repeating a chant that goes something like this:

“papa…mama…No pop ‘da house…mama…papa…hana…house no groken [broken]…sleep…papa…samson…amen.“

It took me a minute to figure out that this is Max’s interpretation of the simple prayer that we say before bed. My personal favorite is how “protect our house” gets translated to “no pop ‘da house.” This must have roots in “don’t pop the whale.”

Ahh, the simple faith of a child.