While Jack was in the bathroom his attention was on the footstool by the sink. He asked, "Mama, did you get that stool just for me?"
A reasonable question, since he's the only one that needs it. But not wanting him to be territorial I kindly said, "No, I got it for everyone."
He replied his usual, "Oh." and asked, "Is it the one from the church."
Misunderstanding. I assumed he meant like the one from the church. He didn't. He was legitimately questioning if I had kifed the stool from the church bathroom.
I said, "Yep, uh-huh."
And casually he responded, "That's mean of you. Jesus wants his stool back."
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