A Boy's Mind

On the drive to school this morning:

Me:   Awe man, I got spinach smoothie on my shirt!

Gabe:  It's okay Mom.  Just dunk it in the toilet and let it dry when you get to school!

Rug Burn

 

     It seems this blog may sadly be coming to an imminent end. My once rambunctious 3 year old is now an ever maturing 8 year old.  Since starting this blog he has accepted Jesus Christ as his Savior, lost a half dozen baby teeth, read novels on his own, learned multiplication tables and attempted to manipulate his dad and I to get what he wants.  Oh Gabe... we adore you and we pray you would continue to grow and mature in your faith and your friendships with others.  I'm so incredibly glad that you are my son.  You make me smile every single morning with your big toothy grin, bright eyes, and quick wit.  I am so proud of you.

I am happy to bring you all a quick Gabe-ism to brighten your day.

Me:  "Gabe, how did you get that big scrape on your head?"

Gabe:  "Oh, I was just rubbing my forehead on the carpet really fast."