Sunday, December 13, 2009
Faith in Daddy
Lincoln sat at the kitchen table for about an hour with his quesadilla today, munching, talking to himself, hiding from me inside his cape . . . Once when he was hiding, he said, "Mom, you can't find me 'cause I'm dead." I told him it would make me so sad if something bad happened to him, to which he responded, "If the bad guys killed me, daddy would fix me, huh mom?"
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2 comments:
oh so cute, love you Lincoln!
Lincoln has a remarkably keen understanding of the doctrine of resurrection. I would like to listen in on your family home evenings.
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