One day, quite some months ago now, E (who is two) responded to one of my reprimands with a violent, “But I don’t want to be good, I want to be BAD! I AM BAD!” Well, yes, yes you are, little one. You don’t even know how bad you are. Mommy’s bad, too. It’s called sin. It’s called needing Jesus.…
Category: Mothering
Taking things literally…
Our car shop is in walking distance, so S left after he got home, on foot, to pick up our car. This conversation promptly ensued: E: Where did Daddy go? Me: He went to get the car. E: Oh, it’s fixed already!? Me: Mmm-hmm. E: Where did Daddy go? Me: He went to pick up the car. E: He can’t…
The object of my silence.
He has finally arrived, and already the brain cells are coming back. Unfortunately, the synaptic connections are accompanied by a great deal of busyness and a great lack of sleep, so writing is still not forthcoming. A few more weeks, I hope. I did want to mention the Angel Food order that my menu plan will be based on for…