The Sunday Night Folly
Sunday night two year olds descend upon a not-so-chunky-but-adorable-and-unsuspecting baby and test her patience with pokes and prods and yells and pulls. She succumbs to impatience and pain and lets out a squeal. Naturally. Get me outta here, Mama.
I feel ya, Molly!
They’re lawless and disobedient and a bunch of huge stinkers (guys, for the 100th time, you’re not allowed under there), but I sure love them. It’s daunting and oh so beautiful to consider then, just how much more our Father in Heaven loves us. Goodness!
They’re lawless and disobedient and a bunch of huge stinkers (guys, for the 100th time, you’re not allowed under there), but I sure love them. It’s daunting and oh so beautiful to consider then, just how much more our Father in Heaven loves us. Goodness!
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