Hmm, not quite

“Look, Mommy, I’m a boy,” Layla exclaimed, as she pushed her bangs up away from her forehead.

So having no bangs makes you a boy?  Hmm, interesting to know.  But sad but true when she said she was a boy, I looked at her and thought no, you almost have fivehead.  I love her to death.  

She’s the most beautiful baby ever, but she will need bangs until the day God calls her home.  Her bangs will rest evenly on her forehead as she lays in her casket.  I’ll have to remember to tell that to her husband and kids.

Kumbaya

During devotional time, we were learning/singing Kumbaya.  We were singing nicely, but I thought I heard something.   

I kept imagining I was hearing something.  What was I hearing? 

I was hearing Jory singing runs.  Yes!  My son was singing runs during Kumbaya.  Who would have thought it?  I guess this is what happens to a child raised on American Idol and The Voice.

Spelling Sentences

“Give me a sentence for cabin,” I said, as we were nearing his school.

“I got in the cabin and it took me to school,” he replied.

WHAT?!  “Jory, what does cabin mean?”

"Taxi cab," he responded casually.

Ah, that doesn't make sense, but it makes sense for his sentence.  "No, baby, it's a small house usually in the woods."

"Oh, okay."

Interesting the definitions we come up with in our minds.