Oh, the things these walls have heard this week. Jason posted a status on facebook that made me cry I was laughing so hard. I had to share it with the world. It was a listing of all the things said in our house last night. Here goes:
"Stop scratching there."
"No, there are not wood chips in your butt."
"Wendy, you can't run away!"
"Sophie is pooping her pants but I'm too tired to get up."
"Sophie won't sit on the toilet."
"Sophie won't get off the toilet."
"Evan, stop reading Peter and read Psalms!"
"There is no way people sweep every day."
"I could not possibly have more crumbs on my feet than I do right now."
"Oh, Claire, you do have wood chips in your panties!"
~~Now, let the world hear what God has to say about living with all these little crazies:
Psalm 127:3-5 Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord. Like arrows in the hand of a warrior are sons born in one's youth. Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them. (I love that part.)