Just overheard . . .
Mommy (calling out to family): The shepherd’s pie is done, time to set the table.
Monkey Boy (playing playdough at said table): Where’s the shepherd?
Mommy: What? Oh, the shepherd? There is no shepherd, it’s just called shepherd’s pie.
Monkey Boy: No, the man shepherd. Where is he?
Mommy: We don’t have a shepherd honey.
Monkey Boy (still hasn’t looked up from his playdough): Oh.
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