Benjamin (8) told me tonight that he wants two Daddy’s. He knows Jesus is his Daddy, but he wants another one.
I wish I could get him one for his birthday.
I’ve missed him too, these last couple of days.
“What do we call a ‘daddy’ when we adopt him?” he also wanted to know.
I was amused at the idea of adopting a Daddy, vs. a Daddy adopting the kids.
I’m just waiting for the day one of my kids walks up to someone and asks them if they will be their new Daddy. I’m trying to come up with an alternate reaction to blushing profusely and trying to disappear into the woodwork.
Maranatha (3 going on 4 next week) made me laugh today. She was the last one at the table for breakfast this morning. I was in the school room when she pipes up and says, “I’m eating too much sugar on my waffle because I want to be ‘wild’ today.” =) =)
I love my kids! =)