stumblingtoholiness

This edition brought to you by zgirl…

With abject despair and longing…”Oh mommy, when are we ever going to have a pet moose?!”

Triumphantly….”Mommy, I finished my hot cocoa.”

Moments later, astonished (she’s still in diapers)…”Mommy…I peed hot cocoa!”

While I was driving, sounding perplexed…”Mommy, are you killing bears?”  (I am also perplexed by this one, as I know of no actions on my part that would indicate I was killing bears.  I assure you, no bears have been hurt in the writing of this blog post.)

Simultaneously sounding authoritative and in awe…”I know why we put da na daviddy up. (The nativity). We do it to bless Jesus.”

With mischief and a glint in her eye…”Put you hands up!”

Comforting and reassuringly while laying on and petting zgerman…”Oh I know, I know, you love me.”

Full of hope…”Mommy, can I have a BB gun for Christmas?”

Doubtful…”Mommy, can I have a  checkbook for Christmas?”

And with all the impatience of a 3 year old…”Mommy, when oh when can I drive?”