Little F!

A Driving Prayer

Today, my Mom is driving to a hot vacation spot. I asked Big T to say a prayer for her. He agreed, and I asked him which prayer he wanted to say.

"The Jesus Loves Me Prayer." he responded.

Thinking this was along the same lines as the song, I started out, "Jesus loves me..."

"No, No, Mommy! Not THAT one! (Insert big sigh and eye roll here.) I'LL just do it."

"Jesus loves his Grandmother.
Mary loves his GrandMA.
The trees blow by.
The sky rolls on past.
The sky flies up in the helicopter and Jesus blows the trees.
Amen."


I kid you not. I embellished nothing, not even that part about "the sky ROLLS ON past."

Braveheart

See this good-looking charmer? I picked him out from Paulbeck's Supervalue in 4th grade as a treat for doing well on my report card.

He's been well kept.
He's rosy cheeked.
He's cute.
He's clean.
He's Santa.
He's animatronic.

Apparently he's also a "threat."

While I unpacked Xmas decor in late November, Charlie kept me company.
He was less than impressed with the animatronic Santa, and I would go so far as to say that he was, ahem, AFRAID!

This fear of Santa from the dog that lived on the streets as a stray.
This fear of Santa from the dog that has lost teeth in either,
a.) a terrible battle with a deadly enemy or
b.) chewing on tin cans and other trash for nourishment (this actually being the Vet's best guess about the missing teeth...)

This tough and hearty dog got ready to make a run at Santa.
His hackles went up.
He got up "close" to Santa, looked right in his beady little eyes, and he GROWLED.

And then he walked quickly away.

And came to stand by me in a protective posture.

Oh, wait--I was standing in the protective posture and he was just AFRAID!

Charlie=Dork.

Duck, duck

Duck, duck, grey-duck

or

Duck, duck, goose?

Naptime

Children are both awake, standing by their doors, each in their respective rooms.

T says, "Where are you?"

M says, "I'm right here. I'm right here. Wheeeee!"

She is obviously so excited that they are in this together. Defying the man together. Staying awake together.

T says, "Where are you?"

M says, "I'm right here! Heeheeheeheehee!" Delighted squeals.

From T's room: exasperated sigh. "Not you. I know where YOU are. I'm just not talking to you. Where are you MOMMY?"