We went to eat with my in-laws at a new local restaurant a few Sunday’s ago.  Great part of life in a small community is that you know everybody…and are probably related to a good bit of them.  The restaurant is owned by some of my wife’s kinfolks and my daughter of course recognized them.  As we were sitting at the table churches dismissed and people poured into Lucille’s for lunch.  (Having an early service we get out in time to get seated before the other churches let out.  One of my favorite games to play is guess the denomination of the group coming in, based in large part on how long after 11:00 they arrive.)

Anyway, as folks were coming in my father-in-law explained to our 5 year old little girl who folks were, which for a good many of them was an explanation of how she is related to them.  She was amazed at how she was kin with most of the town.  She’ll probably grow up thinking ‘cousin’ means citizen of Colbert, Co. Alabama.