Ahhhhhhhhh!

It's been one of those mornings. You know, when you question how any parent survives raising kids and maintaining their sanity. The boys have had a rough day, and it's only 10 am. Reese started the day by screaming and giving me attitude about almost everything. He got mad at me and dumped his glass of milk on the floor on purpose. Despite the wise old saying, "Don't cry over spilled milk," I almost did. As I sat Reese down and talked to him about how what's in his heart is what should come out of his mouth and hands, and if Jesus is in his heart, that means kind and loving things should come from him... he blankly stared at me and asked, "Will there be food in heaven?" It IS hard to stay mad at them for too long. :)

Last night I slipped on some ice, bit it, and banged my knee up pretty bad. Drew kept hitting me on my sore leg so I explained what happened and asked him to please not touch my leg. He asked, "Mom, did you break the ice?"

"No Honey, I didn't break the ice."

He replies, "I can't believe the ice didn't break when you fell." Isn't it amazing that a comment like that from anyone else could offend but, coming from an innocent child, you just have to laugh.