Children, Why we love them

Their innocence, their curiousity, their sense of wonder; all these things remind me of their place in God's Hand.

My grandson (age 5) was here on Mother's Day. He was drawing a picture Saturday afternoon. I asked her it what it was he was drawing. He said it was Jesus and God talking in my backyard to Heidi (our dog).

I told him that no one knows what Jesus actually looked like. I also said that no one knows what God looks like either. He just smiled and said that he had just seen Them there in the backyard so he knew. He then proceeded to continue drawing.

(BTW, this sounds like a story you get off the internet; but it happened. Unfortunately, he doesn't draw real well so you can't tell anything from the drawing.)

I'm a proud triple grandpa. I don't know how or when God softened me up, but I'm a real softy for my boys.

Thanks for the laughs.

Those were too funny!! As per Malkin's column, I can see why she might be pisssy about the line of clothes, but at the website, I didn't see "little girls"- the tweens or teens. Unless they look older!!?

Thanks for posting these vignettes, they are funny and true. Kids will say the darnedest things.

Here's a couple of stories about my six year old son:

1
He once got in trouble with my wife. Apparently, he had been acting up for several minutes, and despite repeated admonitions, he did not stop what he was doing. Finally, my wife got exasperated with him and said "Son, you have just bought yourself a time out!"

My son looked right up at her, stuck his hand out, and said "Well, then, I'd like my money back!"

2
While helping clean up one day, he was in the process of picking up shoes and putting them in the shoe organizer in our front closet. He came walking up to me and handed me his mother's shoes, and said "Dad, these sure don't smell like roses."

Too funny!!!

We all have little anecdotes like those, don't we? One of my favorites happened to my hubby, when my eldest was about 3 years old. We were coming back from my sister's in the evening, and the moon was full. Hubby asked, "What color is the moon?", and she replied, "It's a white moon." He asked, "Is it a yellow moon?" and she said, "No, it's white." He then asked, "Is it a blue moon?" And she replied, clearly exasperated, "No, Daddy, it's not yellow, it's not green, it's not red, IT IS WHITE!! I thought you knew your colors??"

We couldn't stop laughing for the rest of the ride!

As an aside, I saw your post at GunnyG's blog, about your brother. I want you to know, I appreciate the sacrifice your hubby made going down range. And having a sister who is just as against this war as I am for it, I can understand your pain and frustration. Luckily for me, she lives in another state.

Make sure you tell your hubby, he is damn well appreciated by the members of the VRWC here at TH!!

FYI

I have a new song I've written over at my blog.

It's called Obama, and it goes to the tune of O Mandy, by Barry Manilow.

I'd be interested in knowing your opinion.

Have a great day!

TH has a security issue, and we are encouraging people quietly, to change the personal info to bogus physical, e-mail addys, and first names. Keep the nickname, though!

I have three daughters who will turn 9,7, and 1 this summer. They say all sorts of great things like these.