You know you live in the Bible Belt when . . .

We picked up pizza on the way home Saturday evening. It had been a long afternoon at a Raku pottery firing for my daughter's ongoing pottery class. We provided some horsehair and the photographic documentation for the afternoon.

When we got home and the pizza was doled out to the ravenous wolves, er, I mean kids, the boys started laughing at something. I had no idea what it was, but being ever curious made them share.


This was the sticker on the pizza box.





It's nice to know my kids appreciate the humor in life.