On one of our long car trips, Grandma gave us tiny, disposable cups, and told us to pass out different types of food in them to make the trip more interesting. So, at one point, we passed out goldfish, and we asked the kids where in the world they were fishing. Saja said, "Canada." David said, "The lake."
Kora said, "Hell."
What? Did I hear that correctly? "Kora, sweetie, I didn't hear you very well. Where are you fishing?"
"Hell!"
Chris and I stifled our chuckles.
Chris asked, "What kind of fish are in Hell?"
With authority and knowledge, Kora replied immediately, "Sharks and catfish."
Oh, well, then.
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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[laughing]
~Luke
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