What? I pay attention!

Barnacle Boy was helping out in the kitchen one evening last week. He was slicing up a warm, crispy loaf of French bread.

"Mom, I broke the bread."

"That's fine, just put the pieces in the basket," I reply (frankly relieved that it's bread that been cut awry, not his finger). He returns to the task at hand, murmuring to himself. I finally tune in to what he is saying:

"...he broke the bread, gave it to his disciples, and said: Take this, all of you, and eat it; this is my body, which will be given up for you."

I stopped what I was doing and he looked up and said, "What? I pay attention!"

He must.