On the car ride home from school today, in between discussions about flutes and french fries (separate discussions) Jonah asks, "Why was I born?"
I did the appropriate deflection, "why do you think?" but it didn't work.
"Will you tell me please?" he asked.
"Because Momma and Dada wanted a little boy," I said.
Without hesitation he replied, "I am NOT little."
At least that turned his attention:)
The Clan
Photo by Simon Cockayne
Stirred Up Soup
- Mama Soup
- Hi, I'm Mama Soup. I am the home manager for this crazy clan and I have made it my personal mission to record, here on this blog, our attempts at simplifying our life. I am usually wearing an apron and either cooking up some treat or thinking about what I can cook. I also love to paint, jog and drink hot tea. Welcome and thanks for visiting.
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