"Pleasant words are as an honeycomb, sweet to the soul, and health to the bones."
I spent some time talking about what "pleasant" words were and then on to discuss honeycomb and sweetness.
Isaiah, my 4 year old, sat listening quietly.
"Mom," he interjected, "if we speak too many pleasant words, we'd get too much honeycomb. And then... if we tried to fit through a hole, we would get stuck. And we'd be stuck in that hole until we got thin again!!!"
I quickly agreed.
And then I thought, this boy knows his A. A. Milne!!