Here are a couple of gems from my friends:
“Son: Mommy, does your name have any L’s like mine?
Mom: Let’s sound it out and see!
Son: Aim–ee… nope, no L’s.
Mom: Great job!
Son: So how about we call you “Lame-y”?
#middleschoolflashbacks” Read the rest of this entry
Whilst caressing my cheek and speaking in a sweet voice, my daughter said, “Mommy, I really don’t like you. I like daddy.”
And someone else sent me this nugget: Read the rest of this entry
Anyone who spends a significant amount of time with a toddler can appreciate the joy that a few minutes of privacy can bring. Toddlers are with you always, with an endless stream of questions, many of which have obvious answers and didn’t need to be asked in the first place.
I had one of those days with my son, so when I went to the bathroom, I locked the door. I just wanted to tinkle in peace. But no sooner had I sat down when I heard the familiar: “Mommy, where are you?” followed by my son’s desperate attempt to open the door. I was so frustrated I couldn’t stand it. So when my son asked, “What you doing?” I replied, Read the rest of this entry
Scotch Whiskey Old Smuggler (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
At my children’s Sunday School class, their teacher, a friend of mine who relayed to me this story, was teaching a lesson on stewardship. “One example of stewardship is when you do something for someone else,” she told the class. “It’s kind of like having a job. Do any of you have jobs?” she asked them. My ten-year-old daughter raised her hand and said, “I have a job. My dad pays me to Read the rest of this entry