During our trip to Utah, Lincoln went running towards the end of the driveway and nearly into oncoming traffic. I snatched him back (he's giggling, of course) and told him frantically: "Link, if those cars hit you, they'll smash you and you won't be alive anymore!" Lincoln looked at my sweetly and said, "Yes huh, mom. When Jesus comes again, he will fix me so I can be alive again." Perspective . . . check.
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