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| So I was too hard on James and now God is sending me a message | | Date Created: Oct 02, 2007, 04:33 PM |
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I just let the guys out of quiet time and I went to get some Halloween stuff out of the storage area off of John's room that is pretty much attic space with insulation and exposed nails everywhere. I told the boys as I have several times before, "Only Momoe or Daddy can come in here because it's very dangerous." In a 100-percent sincere voice, James said from the little door, "Don't hurt yourself in there, Momoe!" It was so sweet. He was worried about me. And like I alluded to before, he doesn't disguise his emotions, so I know he really meant it. It was so sweet it melted my heart. Then we read a Thanksgiving Book I found in the storage room. The book used the term "Native Americans" instead of "Indians"--also a conversation we've had before. I said, "Some people call them Indians, but I call them Native Americans."
"I call then Native Americans," James said in a serious voice.
"I call them Native Americans," John said in a serious voice.
"I call them Indians!" George said. "Hee hee!"
And there you have it. Now they are running around with their jack-o-lantern buckets and in John's words, "Bein' pooky!" and building a "pooky house." |
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