Everything Doesn't Need To Be Corrected
My mother-in-law (D's Grandma) wears a hearing aid, but I don’t think she wears it much.
Taking her home from church the other day, she and D were in the back seat, Scot and I in the front.
D was telling us about a friend he saw at church.
Me: What's his name?
At the same time Grandma was asking him what he learned in his class (I don’t think she could hear that a conversation was already taking place).
Grandma: Oh, James! I really like that book…that’s a great book of the Bible.
Scot and I looked at each other, me wondering if I should tell her what D was talking about, then we silently chuckled. D then switched to talk about what his Grandma was talking about…the Bible.
Everything doesn’t need to be corrected.