Have faith

After I told Ben this story about the cemetery later that day, he said:
-Mommy, I was dead once.
I told him I was pretty sure that didn't happen, because once you're dead, you can't be alive again, to which he answered confidently:
-Yes I can, because Jesus did it!

The will to live

Neal And I were driving past a cemetery and I told him that's where people get buried after they die. Neal, of course, asked "Why?" because that's what he asks no matter what you just said. "Because," I explained - "You would start to smell bad if you didn't get buried." In answer to this Neal curled up in his car seat trying to get as far away from me as possible and said in a pleading voice: "Me don't want to die, me too cute!" (At this point I had to concentrate on staying in my lane, I was laughing so hard.)

Story Time

Merry Christmas, everyone! We're busy trying to get things ready, but the house seems to be plotting against us. We're finally fixing the carpet in the basement, but today the furnace stopped working.

One quick story: Couple nights ago I was reading books to the kids before bed, and I was reading them in strange voices. Ben got fed up and said, "Daddy, just read it with the voice Jesus made you with!"