At The End of the Day
Monday, 7 April 2008
Poppyseed has been having some trouble staying asleep at night and wanted to sleep in our room.
Poppyseed: I’m scared. The closet is too close to my bed.
Beernut: Don’t be scared, Poppyseed. God’s here. He’ll watch over you.
Poppyseed (with indignation): NO. HE’S. NOT! God is in our hearts not in our room!
Beernut (patiently): No Poppyseed, God really is everywhere.
Poppyseed: God is in our hearts. I know He is.
[That’s a good one, kids. Creating a theological debate to avoid bedtime. Good thing I was the bedtime parent ’cause I’m just thinking that Dad wouldn’t have fallen for it.]
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well . . . at least she didn’t pour 14 glasses of grape juice and stack them around her room so the “antioxidants” would protect her.
and it sounds like they are both listening . . . .
That’s cute.