Don't repeat after me

Gretchen's family church in Madison broadcasts a service on Sunday mornings across Wisconsin, which has been really nice for her mom since she can't attend church. (And it's not some money-grubbing televangelist thing--just a broadcast of a regular service and no money is solicited.) Anyway, we were watching yesterday morning and one of the readings mentioned circumsision--don't ask--and the poor guy doing the reading kept stumbling over the word and ended up trying to say it at least three times. So I, being a smartass, said something like "why don't you say circumsision one more time?" when all of a sudden our three-year old nephew, who had been playing quietly in the corner, calls out "circumsision!"