On a Mission

My 16-year-old son Jarrod has been gone on our church mission trip for only 24 hours, but it just doesn't seem the same here at home without him. His dad and I dropped him off.  All the youth were huddled around their sleeping bags, duffel bags thrown over their shoulders waiting to load the bus.  The youth director asked Jarrod to load the drinks in the cooler and bring the snacks on to the bus.  Four minutes later when he returned to his spot he looked at me and said, "This is too much work."  So...

I would like to wish my boy luck as he spends a week in 100 degree temperatures repairing houses and caring for children of those who are struggling in a depressed area of the U.S.  Although THAT will be ALOT OF WORK I am incredibly proud of him for giving up one of his last weeks of summer to share some of God's love.  Love you, Jarrod. 

Play-dead

While playing with Play-doh five-year-old Julia gave Mom this very important advice:
"You shouldn't eat Play-doh, because then you will get very sick and won't be able to talk...because you will be dead".

Thanks, Julia for that little safety nugget.  Accidental deaths can be prevented! 

Endangered Species

While over for a visit, three-year-old Max told me what he recently learned about tigers.

Max:  Tigers are endangerous.
Me:     I know.  Tigers are endangered.  That's sad.
Max:   Don't worry...We can save them with a fire truck.

I'm fairly certain most three year olds believe firefighters so cool they CAN solve All the world's problems.

Paula was pricing items for her charity garage sale, with a little help from her two younger sons.  Someone donated a box of baby things, which included a nursing bra. Matthew saw that and said, "Who sent
that bra, Aunt Charlotte?" Mom said, "No, Aunt Charlotte never needed a
nursing bra."  He then replied, "Well, let me think...Who was a nurse?"
Mom didn't have time for an explanation at the time, so she
just let him think.