The Gospel According to Cedrich

For those of you that have children, occasionally Bill Cosby is right and they do say the darndest things.  Most of the time those things leave you scratching your head and eventually rolling hysterically on the floor. Sort of like the time that Bowen told Dad that he had learned about Atila the Hun in school  and his invading Muggle hords, that one still brings a smile to my face. We had one moment this afternoon. 

Immediately after church adjourned today, we piled into our caravan and began our weekly discussion about what each child learned this week in class.  Cedrich proudly announced, "Mom and Dad, I learned about the Holy Grail." I was a bit puzzled figuring that the Arthurian Legends of the Holy Grail were a little strange to be studying in church, so we tried to clarify.  Here is the script of the conversation which followed:

Cedrich- Mom and Dad, I learned about the Holy Grail in class today.

Dad- (earnestly seeking clarification) The Holy Grail?

Cedrich- The Holy Grave.

Mom (slightly more puzzled than previously)- The Holy Grave?

Cedrich- The Secret Grave.

Dad- (totally clueless and grasping at straws) The Secret Garden?

Cedrich- No, the Sacred Garden.

Mom-(searching for words, but finding none)......?

Dad- (Prompted by desperation or the Holy Ghost) Grove?

Cedrich- Yeah, the Sacred Grove that was it. 

We were distinctly relieved that they were not teaching lessons about the prophet Joseph Smith kneeling to pray in a revitalized garden in Victorian England accompanied by an old cup and in the presence of a crypt.