Now I lay Me Down to Sleep

Tonight as I was putting the boys to sleep, Gabe (3 years old) asked, “Mom, do you know what the biggest is?”  “What?” I asked.  “God,” he said.  “Yes!  You are so smart!” I exclaimed as I kissed him on the forehead, to which he replied, “Yeah, I’m probably actually sixteen.”  “Oh, I’m sure,” I agreed.  He then added, “And Jesus died on the cross.”  “He sure did”, I said.  Then Nico (six years) chimed in, “Yeah, and that’s when we gave him all of our sins.”  I really love those guys.

Drive-by Gluing

Sooo, I'm working on getting out the glue and whiteout that Nico covered Gabe's head in during the night, when Nico comes in claiming he needs medical attention for the "atomic wedgie" his brother just gave him over a property line dispute (a.k.a., the fort).  The point of the story: ...I have no idea. 

Is Goodly a Word?

Sierra: Is “goodly” a word?

Me: You mean godly?

Sierra: No, like good - goodly.

Me: No…uh, in what context were you considering using it?

Sierra: Like, “They handled it goodly.”

(Deep sigh) It looks like I’m going to have to talk to myself again…as this requires a stern conversation with her English teacher….