Yesterday, I was in the kitchen when #3 started loitering around. I noticed a certain anxiety about his demeanor, so I inquired.Me: Son, do you need something?
Him: (very quietly) Uh, yes.
Me: What is it?
Him: (still quietly) I need to whisper it.
Me: (leaning in for the secret) Okay?
Him: (in my ear) I need you to get down my baby box from the high shelf in the closet, so I can get out my special rosary from the little silver box, so I can say some prayers for Jesus to help me find my bullets.
2 comments:
Fran, I hope that one day when I have kids, they are as absolutely adorable as yours!
Thank you, Meagan! I promise that the little souls God sends your way will be the most amazing, most precious, most heart-filling gifts you will ever know.
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