The other evening, we were trying to help Drew with his pronunciation of “popcorn.” We said it over and over again and told him to repeat it correctly. All of a sudden, Luke pulls his ice cream cone from his mouth and says, “popcorn.”
Last week, I allowed Will and Drew to go downstairs for breakfast a couple of minutes before me as I was finishing with changing Luke. I hadn’t allowed them to do this for awhile, but Will promised they would be obedient and would only play with toys. So, I told him that this would be a test, and they could only go if they would just play with toys. I arrived downstairs to hear Will crying, “Drew, open the drawer.” Will was on his knees in front of the fridge, the door was hanging open, and his hand was caught in the cheese drawer. Drew in the meantime had a hand full of choc. chips. Justice was quickly served since the evidence was overwhelming.
The other night as Will prayed before dinner. He prayed many things, but one thing he prayed was, “Thank you that Mommy says she’s sorry when she is mad at us.”