I love age 3. The kids start talking. They start understanding the world. They process their thoughts so differently than adults. And they believe everything we tell them so literally.
The other day, we left the kids with Grandma and Mimi for the weekend. When we got back, David just looked so much more mature than when we had left him! I think it was due, in part, to the fact that he was the oldest child in the household. We left the girls with Mimi and the boys with Grandma.
So, I praised him, "David, you look so big and grown-up!"
He responded, matter-of-factly, "That's because I eat meat."
He's wonderful.
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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