As per our usual, Andrew read scripture to Rachel and me while we sat in the rocking chair and nursed before bedtime. We're in 2 Nephi right now, just finishing up with the Isaiah chapters.
We got to chapter 24, verse 7-8:
The whole earth is at rest, and is quiet; they break forth into singing.
Yea, the fir-trees rejoice at thee, and also the cedars of Lebanon, saing: Since though art laid down no feller is come up against us.
"What did you say?" I laughed.
"What?" asked Andrew.
"No feller is come," I clarified.
"That's what it says," Andrew defended himself, "I didn't just pull a Matt Parks, honest."
"What are you then? Some sort of hick talking about a puppy?" I asked. Then I put on my best redneck voice and said, "Aw, ain't he just a cute little feller!"
Andrew gave me a weird look before laughing, "You thought I said fellow? I said feller! We're talking about trees here!"
It took me a minute to remember that it was, indeed, the trees who were speaking when the word feller was used. Suddenly everything starting making a whole lot more sense.