"For thus says the Lord: Lo, I will spread prosperity over her like a river, and the wealth of the nations like an overflowing torrent. As nurslings, you shall be carried in her arms, and fondled in her lap; As a mother comforts her son, so will I comfort you..." Isaiah 66:12-13
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
From the mouth of a two-year old...
"Oh, no! I made peanut butter all over my seat!"
"I've got a cold. My nose is running away from me."
"I have a head, and baby Mee-ya has a head. Mommy has a head, and Daddy has a head. Daddy took his head to work with him."
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That's it, tomorrow I leave my head at home.
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