She enters the room. She plops this book on my lap.
We had just had a deep talk about honesty and the Holy Spirit. You see, she confessed something which had been on her heart all day, and until she could talk to me, she was a bit off.
After we spoke, she was so grateful for a clean conscience. AND, for the grace bestowed upon her.
She wanted me to read the “akollagments” Now, she is an A speller, but on this book? It’s more “invented and phonetic” I guess? (to my presice mommy? I’m precise? no…precious!)
And I’m BUTIFUL! ((yes, that butt of mine!)
Oh dear. I love this chickie. You are my sweetheart.
