Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Friday, June 26, 2009
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Stereotypes and Religion
Yesterday while driving home from Jack's school, he asked me where the policeman was. I said, "I don't know. Where do you think he was?" (I say this a lot now after I run out of answers to the 84 who-what-when-where-and-why questions he asks on the commute home). He said, "I don't know either. Maybe he was at the donut place."
And tonight, while sitting on the potty, he told me that Peter and Jesus walk on water.
The extent of his knowledge astounds me.
And tonight, while sitting on the potty, he told me that Peter and Jesus walk on water.
The extent of his knowledge astounds me.
Monday, June 08, 2009
Jackisms
"It's not underwear, mom, it's britches."
After examining a skin tag I have on my arm (thanks to pregnancy), Jack said, "After the doctor takes it off, I'll be happy to touch your arm."
6:07 am, CST: "Mom!...Mom!" I get out of my cozy bed to see what he needs.
Me: "What do you need, Bud?"
Jack: "Can you pick my truck up, please?"
Me: "Why can't you pick it up?"
Jack: "Because I'm in bed and I have my covers on."
Bless his heart...
After examining a skin tag I have on my arm (thanks to pregnancy), Jack said, "After the doctor takes it off, I'll be happy to touch your arm."
6:07 am, CST: "Mom!...Mom!" I get out of my cozy bed to see what he needs.
Me: "What do you need, Bud?"
Jack: "Can you pick my truck up, please?"
Me: "Why can't you pick it up?"
Jack: "Because I'm in bed and I have my covers on."
Bless his heart...
Sunday, June 07, 2009
Wednesday, June 03, 2009
It's not a medal, Mom, it's a necklace
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