Precious Peter's Collared Shirt

This time I'll let my Mom do the writing. She e-mailed me this story about Peter, my precious nephew, and I laughed and laughed. I thought you would like it (and I hope that's okay with my mom!). You know you must have a collared shirt to golf at my dad's country club--as Peter well understands....

Excerpt from my mother's e-mail:
That reminds me of a cute story Sarah has about Peter. You know how he is so proud to pick out a "collared" shirt whenever he goes golfing with Grandpa at Ironwood. Last week he was getting dressed to golf and he seemed a bit puzzled about his shirt. Finally he asked Sarah, "What is the collar?" It turns out, all his collared shirts had a logo of some sort embroidered on the left chest, but this time he ran into a plain but collared shirt. Sarah was trying to assure him that this shirt was just fine for golf, but he couldn't find the "collar." Sarah finally figured out the problem, and now dear, dear, precious Peter has an accurate definition of a collared shirt! You just never know what goes through a child's perception of the world.

That reminds me of another Peter story. Last Monday I had Peter and Clara in the car and I was quizzing Peter about his weekend, etc. He reported that Sunday evening they had gone out to eat supper at the "Eyeball Restaurant." Hmmmmmmmm. Exactly where is the Eyeball Restaurant? Perhaps it's a new kids place, I thought. Or one by the optician's office? Or is there a picture of a big clown or monster with great big eyes? Or do you wear 3D theatre glasses? I was puzzled. He reported it was the one he had been to when he was a baby.....Hmmm again. "What did you eat there?" "Pancakes," he answered. "OHHHH! Was it the "IHOP" restaurant? The International House of Pancakes? They call that one the IHOP," I questioned him with a huge new insight. "Yes, that's the one," he affirmed. I dared not burst out into laughter, both for the sake of his precious sincere soul, and for the sake of not driving off the road. But my heart soared for the rest of the day. "Thank you, Lord, for these precious, precious moments!"