Out of the mouth of babes....

During dinner conversation:

Me: Guy's tomorrow we are out of here early...

Thomas: Why?

Me: Because tomorrow is Ava's birthday party...

Thomas: Where?

Me: Aunt Suzanne's

Thomas: "Mom..... I couldn't renember where they lived, but I saw the picture in my brain. And then when I do renember, I see the picture again. And then if I think of it, there is the picture..... IN MY BRAIN!!! Isn't that crazy mom?......Kinda like, God is here, but, God is invisible, but God's in heaven. I don't get all this crazy things I know. Just crazy mom...."

Me: Crazy....


Then after dinner...

Joshua located all the pencils he could find for drumsticks...

Me: Joshua why are all the pencils out?

Joshua: For drumming sticks....

Me: Put them all away now we don't need them on the floor

Joshua: But I need them for drumming sticks to drum songs

Me: Then maybe you should ask Santa for "DRUMSTICKS" for Christmas

Joshua: He doesn't have any

Lord hear his cry....

I love, love, love, my children!!!! I love that my children share so many wonderful qualities, and yet are vastly different!!!

BUT MY DEAR LORD, Is it to much to ask, for one morning dash to the bus, to be without tears?!?!? Every morning, with my dear Thomas, its as though the world has failed him again the moment his feet hit the floor. If its not something wrong with his clothes, its his meal, or the time, or someone looking at him, or the alignment of planets. Please help to understand this little man, and what pains him so.

My poor little abstract boy....... If I only understood.....