Children are wildly unpredictable, unless it comes to helping you bake, then they will almost always
volunteer to lick the spatula.
When we went to visit Isabelle's grave there was a problem with grave robbing. That sounds terrible, let me rephrase. We had a problem with grave adornment thievery. Since Isabelle is buried in an area for children, there were lots of teddy bears and other kid things marking many of the graves. Judah found these irresistible. I did make him put everything back and only hope we got everything in it's rightful place. I can imagine a visiting parent wondering why their red teddy bear is now three plots down, instead of where it was left.
This same little Judah boy who is throwing a raging tantrum in the bedroom right now, is a great source of delight to us on a daily basis. His newest antic, is to call his gun, "bad guy". I have no idea if this is a pet name for his gun or if he actually thinks guns are called, "bad guy" because his big brother points his gun and calls, "bad guy". I must go tend to this tender lad who is dealing with the harsh reality that if you throw your oranges they, as promised, will be removed from your
possession.
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