Commentary from the Hoo Man tonight as I am tucking him in, as we overhear The Babe, completely alone in his nightlight-illuminated room one door over:
"Every night he sings and talks to himself. I kinda like it. It keeps me company."
Maybe, someday, when they are grown, they'll be best buddies and fondly remember this time of life, all carefree and easy-going.
Heaven knows I'd rather they reminisce about this than how many forced burps The Babe can produce in one try.
That's just disturbing.
I think you have found the essence of the Kingdom of God.
ReplyDeleteWould that be the singing and the talking to oneself or the forced burping?
ReplyDeleteBoth. :-)
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