Mommy, I'm gonna put dis iceceam in da feezer cause dis is iceceam in da boddom of dis cone.
Mommy, I cant open feezer door.
Oh es, I got it.
Mommy, I cant weach da feezer.
Oh es, I got it.
I rise from my comfortable position at the computer, reading Lisa Notes, and go to the "feezer". Just to double check. Cause y'all, this one sided conversation with the Maxster stems from "dis" one yesterday.
Mommy, I put my iceceam cone in da figerator.
No baby, icecream will melt in the refrigerator. You have to put it in the . . . (sigh) Oh, Max.
And that's when I found the icecream cone. Melted and dripping down onto the shelf below.
Which is when I grabbed a rag.
Which is when I'm grateful for verses like this one. Just to remind just who and what are blessings.
"And when Esau lifted up his eyes and saw the women and children, he said, “Who are these with you?” Jacob said, “The children whom God has graciously given your servant.”
Genesis 33:5
And then that same night. I open the door after visiting the wake of my dear friend's mom to find this . . .
standing at the door waiting.
(Sigh) Oh, Max. They're beautiful. Mommy loves them, and you.
