First thing this morning, Zach came to me as usual with his morning breath. I hugged him tight. Many times I’ll say aloud as I hold him close. “Dear Jesus, thank you for my boy!” This morning I changed it. “Dear Jesus, thank you for my stinky little boy.” He didn’t like it. “Mom, Jesus is going to be mad in your heart. He doesn’t like you saying that. He’s going to be doing this.” He hit himself on the chest randomly.
Well, I guess I shouldn’t have said that! I am thankful for my my little guy! I don’t want Jesus to be mad in my heart either.