Speaking in church

So I think Brita has found a microphone. It's not quite as cool as the vacuum handle that was used all through my childhood, but it's not bad. She's been talking into the tripod all morning. I finally figured out that she was giving a talk--at least I'm pretty sure. She kept saying "In the name of Jesus Christ, amen." That's not really unusual because she's learning to pray, so I didn't really think anything of it. Then she started talking about the scriptures and using visual aids.

I was sitting on the couch next to her with my legs crossed and apparently my foot was a little too close to her. She pushed it out of the way as she said, "Excuse me, foot."

In other news, Benton just typed an omega. I can't type an omega. Little computer genes already coming out.