Jack: Its not raining, Mama. Its just drips flyin’ ’round in de air”
Jack: Mama! I dot Deesus in my hawt!
Me: Wow! That is pretty special. Why is Jesus in your heart?
Jack: So he tan help me tackle de football mans”
The other night Jack was devastated when I cleaned out his little stash of treasures that he keeps crammed between his mattress and the bed rail. His plastic screw was the most heartbreaking loss, and tons of tears let me know how upset he was about the situation. I finally asked why he needed it so badly during the night.
“Mama, dat screw is my termometer for my baby. I have to take her tempertur at night and see if she need to doe in my firetruck to de hospital“
He’ll make a great Dad one day!
Just today we had a conversation that included the fact that he got a text message last night from the soldiers that come to get Jesus in the garden who were playing a football game that had to end at 6:30 so he could go play baseball,
Then there is always this gem that I shared of Facebook the other day:
“Potty training just got real when my son suddenly announced “Mama! I dotta to peepee wight NOW” and we were in a parking garage, in the middle of a downpour and he had insisted on wearing underwear this morning. The nearest potty was a mad dash across a puddle filled parking lot and up three flights of stairs. Yall, he did his little three year old business in a plastic bag filled with tissues in the back of the CRV while waving at unsuspecting EVMS patrons. I’m not gonna lie, I’m pretty proud of him. And next time, I’ll remember to ask if he’s gotta go BEFORE we leave the doctor’s office”
And when we told Daddy about it at dinner time he proudly announced:
“I dot peepee all over my boomba!“
I am thankful everyday for my funny, sensitive, sweet and slightly gross oldest child.