Wednesday, March 08, 2006
We currently have our house up for sale, and are looking at properties that will allow a little more elbow room for our family.
Today my four-year-old son informed me that he does not want to move. Moreover, he has thought about what he will do if we persist in our plans. "I am going to live down the street here in Golden," he calmly informed me. I asked, "With whom are you going to live?" He answered, "I am going to buy a house and get some kids." I asked, "How are you going to get some kids?" "The mom of the house is going to get the babies out of her tummy, and then they will get older and they will be kids."
Monday, March 06, 2006
Today I walked past my four-year-old son Greg, when I overheard him say, "Hello, God?" I slowed my pace to hear how the conversation would go. Greg informed God, "I have killed some bad guys. Can you come down and get them and take them up to Heaven?" God apparently answered this prayer, because that was the end of the conversation.