The hierarchy

The other evening, Matthew and I were having a long, fascinating conversation of the kind that we often have these days.  (Oh, how I love five-year-olds!)   Somehow, we got on the subject of the Notre Dame football team, and I decided it was a good time to show off my knowledge of French.

“Do you know what ‘Notre Dame’ means?”  I asked.

He shook his head.

“It means ‘Our Lady’ in French,” I told him.   “The university is named after a very important lady.  Do you know which lady it is?”

“You?” he said promptly.

I tried to hide my smile.  “No, not me,” I said.  “It’s named after a lady who is even more important than I am.”

He thought for about a second, then his eyes lit up.   “Grandma?”