To hear his side of the story, hotdog was not a metaphor. They had hotdogs for lunch and he was, gasp, waving it around and saying "things". That's the only story I got. Quite frankly, that's the only story I want. Raising boys is not for the faint of heart. They're gross. They think body functions are hysterical (neither of these first two statements decline much with age). But they love as hard as they possibly can. Here's the culprit, I mean, precious angel.
Now, on to the good things. This is just a phase (hopefully). He didn't learn this at home (we certainly don't behave this way). He's a brilliant child with chestnut brown eyes and I know he's going places. He's testing me to every limit and boundary I have, but that's okay. Mauri has made me break out my "Wise Words for Moms" by Ginger Plowman, more than once. Ginger missed the section on when he decides to "comment about his hotdog". In our home, we do discipline, love, sorry, fun, Bible reading and prayer. Lots of the last two.
So for now, this Mommy is praying with her little foul-mouthed babe from :
Psalm 19:14 ESV Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable in your sight, O Lord, my rock and my redeemer.
Parents tell their children to "be good because (insert fictitious person here; ie, Santa, Easter Bunny, etc) is watching" but I want my children to strive to "be good" because that's how Jesus was and we are called to be imitators of Christ.
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