Last night I was praying with C, and at the end I prayed that she and D would grow to repent and believe in Jesus. When I was done, C said, “D doesn’t want to go his way.” I wasn’t sure which “his” she was referring to, so I said, “What way does D want to ...
D and I were at Lowe’s this morning, and we walked by the riding mowers. D piped up: “This is what Daddy wants. When we were here, he got to try one.” Me: “Oh, he did, did he?” D: “Yeah. That’s what I want to get him for Father’s Day. When is Father’s Day?” Before...
It’s happening too soon! C is starting to act out and is being very babyish lately. We think she’s having a case of “Middle Child Syndrome.” She has started wetting her pants multiple times a day (she’s been potty trained for a year!) and is always whining to be held or picked up. She wakes...
C and D were fighting over the leather chair in our living room. They were both on it, each trying to claim their personal space. They were pushing each other back and forth. Finally C yelled, “He’s gonna hurt my arm… that Jesus made!” Well, at least she’s got her theology straight.
You should write a book. “The Gospel According to Caroline.”
and what was your reply?
I told her Jesus had a bottom because he was a man. That seemed to suffice. 🙂