Monday, August 8, 2016

Pure Gold

So, if M won a gold medal, he would protect it by putting it in a safe box that worked by scanning your brain to find your worst nightmares.  Then it would use those to scare you away.  Or, he would put a fake medal in a compartment on top of the real medal.  This boy is going to do something very interesting when he grows up!

Saturday, November 14, 2015

Me, too

Boy wonder:  I hope I never have to live all alone.
Mommy, silently and with a big swallow:  Me, too, baby.  Changing subject.

Monday, November 9, 2015

Interrupt Rules

So, I guess God can interrupt Satan, but Satan cannot interrupt God. 

Wednesday, October 7, 2015

The shirt off his back

M and I were walking over to the grandparents' and I mentioned I was chilly and wished I would have brought my jacket.  He said he was okay because he had long sleeves, but his legs were a little cold in his shorts.  Then he said, "I can give you my shirt, mom."  I told him I was pretty sure he would be cold with no shirt.  He said it was alright.  "God will keep me warm.  If I think of you first and give you my shirt, God will take care of me."  Of course I took the opportunity to explain the saying to my literal boy, wondering if anyone else had ever really lived out the saying.

Saturday, April 18, 2015


Mom:  It's time to turn off your brain now and go to sleep.

M:  In Music class I learned, "Zip it, lock it, then take the key to Talkative Land, then go and get it and bring it to Quiet Land."  Well, I added that part.  It's not really in there.  It's "Zip it, lock it, put the key in your pocket." 

Only my talkative boy would come up with that version of the quieting technique. 

Thursday, April 16, 2015

just like tadpoles

Mom, I guess kids are like tadpoles:  you watch them grow and then you let them go.

Monday, November 3, 2014


Sin is like dirt, but it's not like dirt from the ground.  It's the kind of dirt that only God can wash away.