As the sacrament was being passed today, I leaned over to #2 and asked him the same questions I ask him every week during the sacrament,
"Who should we think about when we take the sacrament?"
"Jesus"
"Why should we think about Jesus?"
"Because he died."
But today after I asked him, "What happened to Jesus after he died?" instead of his trained answer, he said,
"He killed all the bad guys."
Earlier this week, shortly after #1 had left for school, the house seemed quiet. Too quiet.
"#2?!?," I called.
No answer.
"# 2oooooo?!?!"
Silence.
I start opening doors and soon find #1's bedroom door locked and hear small noises inside. I reach for the key hiding on the door jamb and let myself in. No one in sight. But there are suspicious noises coming from behind the closet door.
Then I hear, "Don't look in the closet."
Of course I open the closet. And find #2 siting on the floor surrounded by 6 naked Barbies.
"#2! What are you doing!?!"
"I like dees girls make-ed mom."
9 comments:
nice! love boys.
hahahahahaha! That is SO funny:-) He is such a cutie!
So funny! You gotta love little boys!
I love that Jesus killed all the bad guys. Apparently he's seen a Christ that was painted by Frieberg in all his muscled glory.
Like father like son hey???
Love it!
Sounds familiar, but more hysterical. I'm thinking of all kinds of "out of the closet" jokes, but I will leave it alone.
My brothers did the same thing, but as they got older it got a little more graphic! Gotta love boys!
Completely normal - nevertheless, you might want to start getting that bridle ready - the "bridle your passions" one. Those stories will keep me smiling all day. Grandpa is going to love 'em.
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