Conversation of the Day
Son, singing a song we’d listened to in the car while running errands: “God spoke to Moses from a burning book, burning book, burning book…”
Me: “No, honey, it’s burning bush. God spoke to Moses from a burning bush.”
Son: …
Son: “God was hiding in the bushes.”
Update: Conversation of the Day, Part 2:
Son, wailing at bedtime: “I want to read in my room!!!”
Mom, after a couple glasses of cabernet: “Okay. Fifteen minutes.”
Daddyman, whose job it is to put the boy to bed: “Fifteen minutes! You certainly do have a lenient mother.”
Son: “Where?”
