Lessons from my youngest

One Sunday night, several years ago, we had gotten home from church. I pulled into the garage, so tired, from a full day. I had 6 kids with me. (Mine & 1 other!). Needless to say, it was total chaos.

As I got out of the truck, Miss NeeneeĀ (who was 4 years old, at the time) said, “Can I go outside & blow my bubbles?” I said, “Sure,” knowing that she would just be a few steps away from me, out on the sidewalk. I finished cleaning everything out of my truck & went inside the house. About 10 minutes went by & my teenage son brought Miss Neenee back to my bedroom ,where I was at.

He said, “Do you know where she was? Outside ringing the doorbell! You left her outside!” It was summertime & her face was hot & bright red. She was mad. I got down on my knees & hugged her.

I said, “I am so sorry! I would NEVER leave you outside by yourself!” In which she returned, “Yeah, but you just did.”
Point made……

Funny stuff

OneĀ time, when Miss Neenee was about 5 years old, we were going over the names of the apostles. Her Sunday School class was learning them. She was working hard to memorize them. She started out practicing, “Peter, Andrew, James, John, Philip, Simon, Theodore, Bartholomew……..” I said, “Wait a minute! One of those was a chipmunk.” She grinned really big & said, “Oh yeah! I knew that!”

One night, when Miss Neenee was about 6 years old, she was having trouble going to sleep. She was tossing & turning & kept wiggling around in her bed. I told her she needed to be still & go to sleep. She said she couldn’t be still because Katy was in the bed with her & that she was the one being wiggly. (Katy was her imaginary friend.) I told her to tell Katy if she did not go to sleep, I was going to spank her butt. Miss Neenee replied, “Uh, you might not want to do that.” I asked why. She said, “Because Katy’s Dad is a professional wrestler.”