Yesterday, we drove to Cleveland to visit Chris' sister at a McDonald's for the specific purpose of letting the children play while we visited relatively uninterrupted. Although it had rained, I thought the outdoor playground would be somewhat dry because the slides were tubes. It wasn't.
The kids played anyway. They soaked themselves gleefully.
Later, I overheard this conversation:
Kora: "I wish I had wings."
Saja: "Why?"
Kora: "Because my pants are wet."
Saja: "What?"
Kora: "So then I could fly home and change."
Saja: "Why don't you just wish for dry pants?"
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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