Saja turned six last week, and something happened. She's talking about b-o-y-s!
We were invited to a birthday party for an 8-year-old neighbor boy named Mason. On the way there, Saja said this:
"Mom, do you know what I said to myself in the mirror? I said, 'Maybe Mason will see me and think I'm the prettiest girl at the party and fall in love with me and want to kiss me!'"
After I laughed hysterically, I asked her not to kiss Mason, to which she replied, "Okay, but what if he wants to kiss me? What do I do?"
Sigh. If only it would be this easy when she's a teenager.
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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