The guy who rakes our leaves, etc., has very long hair that he wears in a ponytail. He's about 40. Last weekend he was raking, and Nathaniel was looking out the window:
Nathaniel: "Mommy, is Jesus raking our leaves?"
Me: "Um, no, buddy, his name is Tim."
Nathaniel: "Well, he LOOKS like Jesus."
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My sister was here over the weekend. Nathaniel was eating his supper off a leftover birthday plate that featured Barney, Baby Bop and BJ.
Sarah Ellen: "Nathaniel, what kind of animals are Barney, Baby Bop and BJ?"
Nathaniel: [laughing] "They're not animals!"
Sarah Ellen: "Sure they are! What kind of animals are they?"
Nathaniel: [firmly] "They Are NOT Animals!"
Sarah Ellen: "Well then, what are they?"
Nathaniel: "They Are People."
Somewhere in this story there is a sign that I have failed miserably in some respects as a parent.
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