The other day I got out Nolan's Bible to read to him at breakfast. He pointed to a picture on the cover and said, "Read that one. The one with all the animals and Jesus."
I said, "Noah."
"No, it's Jesus. But I like Noah and Jesus."
And at lunch: "Nolan, will you say grace?"
"Thank you Jesus for our food. Amen. You pray, too."
I said the same thing he did, but he came back with, "No, you pray lots more things than that."
"Mom, is that lady walking a pig?"
"No, it's a dog, called a bulldog."
"Oh. Well, it has a funny face."
Dad: "I'm eating you up!"
Nolan: "No! I have ribs in there holding me together!"
Madeline was at the dentist the other day getting some fillings and was quite frozen on the one side, making her talk funny. Of course, I was laughing at her, and even more when she told me to "Thuth!"
And at supper, Dad to M: "Hey, do you know what gets rid of the freezing really quick?"
M: face lights up, gets all excited.
M: face falls.
Dad: laughs and laughs and laughs...
And one from last night. I went up to bed and found Nolan sleeping on the floor (his bed is a twin mattress on the floor). He half woke while I picked him up. "Mom?"
"I'm just putting you back in bed, buddy."
"Because you were sleeping on the floor!" All tucked in, I give him a kiss. "I love you."
"I love you."