Would you want to take piano lessons?
Thomas: Yes. Well, do I have to? Thomas: I don't want to. Do you know what kind of lessons I would like to take? Skiing.
(Seems plausible in Alabama)
On Palm Sunday I was reviewing with the kids what happened on Palm Sunday.
We were talking about Jesus coming into the city and all that was involved.
Me: And then one week later...
Thomas: Bammo
Brax: Thomas, do a good job being obedient at school today.
Thomas: Dad, I'll have to. Mom will be there part of the day.
Mae: Mom, the reasons I can get out of bed. If there's a fire in my room. Or a monster. Or a bad guy.
Me: Mae, please get out of the tub. The water's gone.
Mae: It's still burping.
Brax: If you get out of bed again, ix-nay on the brownie in your lunch tomorrow.
Thomas: Big snail??
Mae: Mom, somebody put marbles in my feet.

