The other day, my kindergartner remarked with a smirk: “Mom, there’s a boy in my class who calls our friend ‘Johna-sin.‘ That’s funny, isn’t it?”
“Well, how do you say it?” I wondered.
“Johna-fin,” was his confident reply.
I think there is something deep and deeply human going on here. Specks and logs[i] come to mind.
It’s cute in a six-year-old.
May I offer grace to those whom I encounter,
knowing that others can see my blind spots.
[i] See Matthew 7:1-6.