The older five take turns reading. When it was Son #3's turn (he's 10) he started reading - I'll admit I was more focused on helping Daughters #5, 6 and 7 sit still (it's a great training time - ha!).
Until I heard, "And they were carried away to baby lawn."
What in the world?
"Son," I interrupted him, "What did you say?"
He repeated, "Carried away to baby lawn."
"Could it possibly be Babylon?" I asked.