The kids were getting ready for dinner the other night and arguing about who was ready for prayer first when I heard Kyle shouting, "I'm the hairy chest!!! I'm the hairy chest!" It took me a minute to figure out what he was talking about.
Mariah taught the kids this rhyme, "First is the worst, second is the best, third is the one with the hairy chest!" Who knew being in third place would be so exciting?
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