Burned by Fr Peyton

Last night we were having a really lively family rosary. In between the meditation and the decade we had little discussions- Mary Jane was not happy with this because she just wanted to be through with the rosary and in bed with a book. But the other kids were asking really great questions and coming up with really great answers.
I got wrapped up in the discussions too and after spending a decade being all philosophical in my head I had to remind everyone that these discussions are good but not to be tempted to deal with the meditations as the Pharisees did with the law- keep it all in their heads. But to turn the meditations towards the very depths of our own hearts and ask the hard questions of ourselves.
I got to the last meditation and was almost finished with it when I pronounced "adamant" wrong. I put the accent on the second syllable and Sam chimed "is ADamant mom!"
And there was this mini discussion on how that word should be pronounced and I almost spoke about a song by They Might Be Giants but kept it to myself for the sake of the rosary and Mary Jane's neglected bed and book.
The topic on pronunciation was resolved and so I picked the meditation book back up and read the last sentence.
"Do I fuss over trifles, and neglect things vital to my soul?"
"Oooh", said Max to Samantha "you just got *served* by Father Peyton!"