We were walking to church this morning when the boys started whimpering and whining. I said, "It sounds like I'm taking a bunch of dogs to Church." Big Dog looked at me and said, "We're not dogs."
I stand corrected.
When we got to the Church basement to drop the boys off for preschool CCD. Big Dog was given a coloring page. He saw it and with the happiest sound in his voice said "Jesus". The lady in charge (who is a living saint as far as I'm concerneded) seemed a little shocked. Maybe she's shocked that my children aren't godless heathens;D
When I went to pick up the boys after Mass. Big Dog had a bandaid on his finger. What is with this kid and getting hurt? Perhaps I should donate a first aid kit to the CCD class.