On Sunday we were at New Liberty Congregational Christian church again. Rob was preaching again. Well, during church they had a junior church for kids 7 & under. I let Zach go. They made a craft. It was one of those foam sun visors, and it was decorated with the sticky foam shapes, the religous ones. Well, he took one of them, the one that looks like a banner with a cross cut out of it, off his visor and put it on his shirt, right on his chest, and with a puffed out chest, like a reall man.
He says this. "I'm a Pastor, I'm a Reforned Basket." I have to admit I chuckled.
I responded, "You mean a Reformed Baptist."
Zach then says, "Yes, that is what I said, a Reforned Basket."
Of course we laughed, and I helped him to say if properly. Reformed Baptist.
Kids sure a great.
New subject. Austin. Past story. I just thought of it while I was typing that one about Zach.
When Austin was 18-22 months old he had this thing that he wore RED socks every single day. Along with the red socks he wore red sandals. Now, it was winter, and the boy wore red socks and red sandals. Sometimes I'd try and trick him, and slip tan socks with his khaki pants, well, when he'd notice. He'd scream, "It's not right, It's not right." To which, we'd end up again with red socks.
Jordan was being put to bed (he was about 4), and of course he had much better things to do than go to bed. He got up and told us that he couldn't sleep because "my toenails are too big." "Um go back to bed, we'll deal with that problem in the am." That has to be the best bedtime excuse I've heard.
Kids are great, the definately keep us on our toes