One crowded hour of glorious life
is worth an age without a name
Quote of the Day, part XLIV
Me, during Family Home Evening: "How can we repent of 'persecuting your brother'?" William: "Pick me! I just barely did it!"
Jacob, when I showed him the twin coverlet I had purchased for his bed right before we moved: "I like that. Whoa, wait! Are we really going to get beds that big?" Me, thinking that this boy has been sleeping on a camping cot on the floor for entirely too long. This move didn't come a day too early!
Sunday, March 30, 2014
Driving down the driveway with James next to me (one of the advantages of a mile-long driveway), he pointed out rather academically that he knew what all those letters and numbers mean.
Me: "Oh yeah? What do they mean, I've always wondered."
James: "Okay, I'll tell you:
Park.
Random.
Nice.
Drive.
3-d.
2-d.
100 years old.
"It's pretty easy. You just have to know stuff."
Ironic. Either the designer of this cute little shirt had no forethought or a devilish sense of humor. I think the flowers featured here are a Dead Horse Arum Lily, Carrion Flower, Spit-Up Creeper, and Skunk Cabbage respectively. Nuzzle in. I dare you...