Yesterday at 11:10 a.m., I was holding Smitty in the church's foyer. Per usual, we were late. Smith had just been asking strangers to write their names on a piece of paper, when out of the blue, he crossly said, "Jesus doesn't decide, I DO!" And again, "Jesus doesn't decide!"
Huh?
So I asked him, "What are you talking about?"
"I am (pregnant pause) angry with Jesus . . . . I want a boy baby," Smith muttered. "I decide, not Jesus."
I later discovered that Whitley had told Smith that Jesus decides whether a baby comes out as a boy or a girl. Way to go Whit. Now our son is mad at Jesus.
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I'm Smith.
my favorite things (in no particular order)
- waking up at the first crack of sunshine
- his blank
- chase
- poppie, geeps, oma and apa
- pepperoni pizza, orange juice, salad with kid dressing and asparagus
- baseball and the Ankees
- mom's down hair (as opposed to hair in a pony tail)
- super heros (especially batman, spiderman, flash and green lantern)
- dr. seuss books
- taking tubs
2 comments:
Okay, so even reading the title of your post made Troy and me laugh so hard we were sick. Not to mention the actual contents. Boy is he going to be ticked when he discovers that actually, Jesus does decide. Funny.
Okay, so even reading the title of your post made Troy and me laugh so hard we were sick. Not to mention the actual contents. Boy is he going to be ticked when he discovers that actually, Jesus does decide. Funny.
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