A few nights ago the kids were whining at me that they were hungry. Brother asked, "Are you fixing dinner, Mom?" "No," I repiled. "I'm sick of making dinner." Disapointed and annoyed at my lack of mothering abilities, he responded. "Fine. I'll just skip to dessert." and headed to the freezer for some ice cream.
On Thursday evening, we were all gathering around the table to eat dinner. (Yes! I actually made it!) Right then the phone rang. Brother went to answer it. He picked it up: "Dear Heavenly Fath-, Oh! Um, Uh, Hello?" We were all laughing so hard! He was so embarassed! Quickly, he handed the phone to me. It was my friend Pam. She was chuckling. "He sounded a bit confused. Is he ok?" I don't think she had understood the first sentence, since he had uttered it in that typical run-together, rushed intonation that is common in our children's prayer language. "Oh, It's just noisy here and he got mixed up in another conversation." Was all I offered in explanation. Too bad it wasn't someone who would have recognized what he was saying. Then it would have been even funnier. Anyway, The next night it was Brother's turn to say the prayer at dinner. (Yes! Two nights in a row!) As it became quiet, he paused, smiled, then: "Hello?"
Ok. That's all for now.
Much Love,
Maawwwm
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