My kids say the darndest things. So I've decided since I'm officially a blogger now(even if I have no followers..ha!) this is the perfect place to document it.
We are gathered into our kitchen holding hands preparing to pray and bless our food. Baby J man of course hauls it into another room and Skylar takes it upon herself to try to wrangle him. This was her first mistake. He is half her weight but MUCH more passionate about his desires. If you're a parent you get the drift. She chases him around in vain for a few seconds. She realizes it is a losing battle and retreats saying in exasperation, "He is just a baby and they don't have to pray." Well Sky...I guess you're right! Haha.
And on a side note my son can now say "You a punk." Thanks daddy, as if the NO!!!!'s weren't enough he can add an insult for injury. I make myself giggle.
Goodnight.
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