Sunday, November 16, 2008
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
(After I had been encouraging her about the fruit I've been seeing in her life) "It was so much easier to not sin when I was four. Now that I'm five, it's way harder."
Mama: "What was the name of the ship that took the Pilgrims to America?"
Miss B: "The Cauliflower!"
Miss B: "Satan was trying to tempt me the other day, but I hid from him, and he couldn't."
Mama: "Oh? Where did you hide?"
Miss B: "Behind the basketball hoop."
Monday, November 10, 2008
And now we're back home where, after rearranging our entire bottom floor (don't ask), we're starting to feel settled. There's no place like home, there's no place like home...