last night, the residents of michael delving ate a hearty second-breakfast for dinner. for afters, boookie requested a loud sing-along of his favorite hymn, "a mighty fortress is our God," complete with much banging of fists and dinner plates upon the tabletop.
then the two eldest hobbitlings trooped-off for jammies and teeth-brushing, all the while discussing the finer points of martin luther's poetry.
"what do you think it means that, 'one little word shall fell' the devil?" asked boookie. "what 'little word' does that?"
to which ela confidently responded, "the word 'please'."
