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?”
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Ha Ha Ha! Love both conversations.
What if he’s reading in his room and the book starts burning? Is he allowed to leave the room, or does he have to hang around and see if he hears anything divine?
Comment by Anne — January 5, 2008 @ 9:42 am