Yesterday morning, my 3-year-old son woke me up holding a raw egg.
"Mom, can my brother have this boiled egg for breakfast?"
Yikes! The thought of cleaning up a runny egg off the floor--or worse, my bed--startled me to full-mom mode.
"Honey, that's not boiled. Please don't crack it."
"Oh," he said. "We already tried two, but they were runny."
Sigh.
"Please tell me you were at the sink when you cracked them..."
"No, we were at the chair in front of the television."
Wow.
Welcome to my day!
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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