Missionaries are the top conversation in our house as we've fed four of them in the last two days and Sis. Puddicombe went home to Canada yesterday.
This morning I ask Kal "where would you like to serve a mission?"
Kal: "where the GI Joes live?"
Me: "That's the army. You want to go into the army?"
Kal: "Yep, that's what I want to do!"
Heaven help me!
made a cake for dessert tonight:
Kal: "what's that smell?" Me: "it's cake"
Kal: "Cake! Who's birthday is it?" Me: "No one. We're feeding the missionaries."
Kal: "Is it the missionaries' birthday?"
Me: "No, it's just for dessert after dinner."
Kal: "Can we eat it now?" M: "No, we're eating it AFTER dinner."
Kal: "Is it Daddy's birthday? Sam's? Zeke's?"
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