It may seem like I have quit blogging, but life has just been busy–and somewhat stressful. A good bit of what is going on with us is not the kind of thing to blog about, so for now, I just ask that you keep us in your prayers.
Now, on to the funny kid story.
Our middle son, Nevin, is funny. He can be a real ham, but this story is just him being funny when he really didn’t mean to be funny.
This past weekend, Mark and I had the opportunity to get away alone for a couple of days. Mark was speaking at a conference in the Tulsa area, and his mom graciously offered to come and stay with our four children. Last week, when we were making preparations for the trip, Nevin said, “Mommy, why do you have to go with Daddy?”
I said, “Well, sometimes mommies and daddies like to be alone without the children.”
Nevin said, “I think you should stay here and help Grandmommy. Are you sure she can handle us.”
I said, “Oh, I am sure she can handle you.”
He said, “But 4 kids is a lot of work. She’ll get tired.”
I said, “Well, I get tired doing it too, and after I rest I am ok. So I think she can manage for a couple of days.”
The conversation ended there. After we returned from our time away, I found out that soon after we left, Nevin questioned Grandmommy on her stamina for the job before her.
This came from the same child who recently told my older brother to quit his job that made his hands get dirt on them that won’t get off. After which Nevin continued, “You know, my dad’s a pastor. All he has to do is preach a sermon once a week, and his hands don’t get dirty.”