Once upon a time, there were three little pigs, and they all built their houses out of brick, except the last little pig, who used straw AND brick. Then, the fat, fat, fat, superbig elephant came and said, "I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house down!" But he couldn't, except for the last house, because they were brick. He just blew the straw off the last house. Then, the three little pigs chased the elephant and cut him in half into three pieces {we'll work on math}, and put him in a superbig oven, because he was so fat. His eyes weren't blinking, and they weren't closed, they were open. The three little pigs ate his eyes, and they LOVED it. The end.
Can't beat a good bedtime story... especially if it includes eating elephant eyeballs.
I'm about the business of raising godly children. So far, God has blessed us with six of them! My husband owns his own business, and I'm fortunate enough to stay at home with the kiddos. If you're looking for deep philosophy on this blog, you're out of luck. If you'd prefer random tales of childhood tomfoolery, stick around!
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