Earlier this summer our central air died a slow and painful death.  (No, that is NOT the funny part of Funny Friday, nor is the knowledge that it’s going to cost more than my first car to repair it – all I can say is:  this summer I’m thankful our house is small enough to be cooled by two window units )  When it first went out (before we put the window units in), it was really, really warm in Gracie’s bedroom.  And when I say warm, please realize that I am a master at understating things (okay, not really – I’m much more prone to hyperbole, but just go with me on this one…). 

Gracie was playing in her bedroom and walked out wiping her hand across her brow.

“Wow!”  she said, “It’s hotter than a CINNAMON church in here!”

Steve & I looked at each other and then back at our oldest child.  Confusion masked our faces.  And, then I saw realization wash over Steve and he said, very, very slowly….

“Do you mean:  hotter than a SINNER in church?”

Gracie nodded and said, “Yep, hotter than a cinnamon church.” and twirled back into her bedroom while Steve and I collapsed onto floor from laughing so hard(or possibly from heat stroke)…