Every once in a while my mom takes me to the gym. They have a day care there that I don't care much for. But I've got a sure-fire way to make my visits short. Just poop! Mom NEVER brings diapers with us. So when I'm done being in the day care, all I have to do is poop, tell the ladies I have a poopy diaper, they go get my mom, and Voila! My mom shows up and we go home.
Mom: Mia, are the ladies at the gym nice or not nice?
Me: Not nice.
Mom: Is Sister Brisson nice or not nice?
Mom: Is Daddy nice or not nice?
Mom: Are your nursery teachers nice or not nice?
Mom: Is mommy nice or not nice?
Me: Not nice.
Friday, April 27, 2007
Posted by Natalie C. at 12:59 PM
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
From Eli: (mom's comments in green)
I heard the radio say that 33 people have been killed and I asked my mom about it. What happened is a mean, mean, mean robber (robber=enemy of the police/anyone who does something mean and bad) had a gun and shot a bunch of people. Then he shot HIMSELF!!!!! (That's what really got to him. I think he was just glad the bad guy wasn't around anymore.)
The people who died are ok. They are in heaven. If I die, I will be ok. I will go to heaven.
But I won't die. Jesus and the police will protect me. There are no bad guys in my neighborhood. They are far away. I'm safe in my home and at my school. (Our kids HAVE to believe that. Life just can't go on if they don't.)
When my mom asked me about it again (trying to make sure that he really did feel safe & not scared), I said I didn't want to talk about it anymore because "I might get frightened." (Ok. I got the hint.)
Posted by Natalie C. at 5:48 PM