Grant: Mama, who are you singing to?
Me: God
Grant: We can't see God, but he lives in our howt. (heart)
Me: That's right, but one day we'll see God.
Grant: Will he play with me?
Me: Sure.
Grant: I will throw him down the stairs.
Me: Hmmmm...that sounds pretty mean.
Grant: I just jokin' mama!
1 comment:
laughing out loud--boy that sounds dorky to say, but that's what I'm doing!
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