I tooted! I tooted! I tooted! It's stinky in there! Shew! It's stinking a long time.
I just opened up this page to write whatever came to my mind and was immediately given inspiration in the form of my son's toot announcement. Thank you, Jackson.
A couple of weeks ago he kept interrupting me while I was trying to write in my prayer journal, and I thought if I tried to explain what I was doing it would make him stop. Basically, I told him I was writing a letter to God and then I asked him if he wanted to write one. He said yes, so I set out to transcribe his little prayer. This is roughly how it went. Certain sentences were edited for clarity.
Dear God, I love You. Thank You for Jesus. Thank You for my airplanes and my Christmas tree. And my house. And my window. And me. I love me. My mommy. And for my dog. And my baby sister. Keep the firemen safe today and help them put out fires. Thank you for Daddy. Amen.
I attended Jackson's Thanksgiving feast at his school last week and his teacher told me a gem of a story. On the second week of school, my son was playing on the tire swing when he looked at his teacher and said, "Do you know Jesus?" She told him that she did indeed know Jesus and he replied, "Good, because if not, we'd need to talk."
No words. I have no words.