Last night I was in the bathroom when one of my daughters came to the door with the emergency announcement:
"Daddy, one of the puppies just harfed in my bedroom floor."
I got so tickled. What a perfect word! I'd never heard the word "harfed" before and yet the word so perfectly described vomiting that I immediately knew what she meant. The second thought through my mind was "Oh yeah. I'll be using that word!"
Only a few other words so perfectly describe their object. To me the best is "Jesus".
"JESUS"
Yep, that's "JESUS" to me.
[To finish the puppy story: Well, as these things go, the puppy harf was a good one by my little girl pup. We'd just finished making gingerbread cookies earlier and I'd been slipping the puppies cookie dough under the table, (Yeah, Daddy gets the blame on this one.) So this was the dreaded "molasses harf" that required a scramble to keep it from putting a terrible stain into the carpet. I'll find out if it made a permanent stain once the carpet's completely dry today... Now I wonder: did anyone really want to know this?]
"Daddy, one of the puppies just harfed in my bedroom floor."
I got so tickled. What a perfect word! I'd never heard the word "harfed" before and yet the word so perfectly described vomiting that I immediately knew what she meant. The second thought through my mind was "Oh yeah. I'll be using that word!"
Only a few other words so perfectly describe their object. To me the best is "Jesus".
“For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on his shoulders. And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.
Of the increase of his government and peace there will be no end. He will reign on David’s throne and over his kingdom, establishing and upholding it with justice and righteousness from that time on and forever. The zeal of the Lord Almighty will accomplish this.”
- Isaiah 9:6-7 NIV
[To finish the puppy story: Well, as these things go, the puppy harf was a good one by my little girl pup. We'd just finished making gingerbread cookies earlier and I'd been slipping the puppies cookie dough under the table, (Yeah, Daddy gets the blame on this one.) So this was the dreaded "molasses harf" that required a scramble to keep it from putting a terrible stain into the carpet. I'll find out if it made a permanent stain once the carpet's completely dry today... Now I wonder: did anyone really want to know this?]
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