The following is the conversation I just had with the mister while puting him to bed....
Me: Bryson be still and fold your hands so we can say our prayers...
Bryson: (not being still...looking at his hands suspiciously)
Me: Bryson, please be still and fold your hands...
Bryson: (sticking his hand in my face)...I can't say my prayers, there's a booger on my finger.....
Oh what a spiritual household this is!!!
3 comments:
heehee!
That's great--I can just hear it!! :)
(music starts) "give us clean hands..." ;)
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