In church on Sunday, the children's sermon dealt with the parable of the mustard seed. I thought my five-year-old wasn't paying a lot of attention, but yesterday he said, "Mommy, guess where mustard comes from?"
"Where?" I said.
"Wow," I said, trying to sound impressed. "No kidding."
"And you know what else?"
He grinned proudly. "Ketchup comes from ketchup seeds!"