Sophie as she was cuddling up in bed with us this morning and observing my fillings in my teeth as I yawned "Mom, Grandpa has a gold tooth. Why don't you have a gold tooth?" I reply that I had some cavities and they used silver to fill them. "Well, Grandpa has a gold tooth. I think that before he became a Grandpa, he was a pirate. You know, and sailed the seven seas!"
Sophie last week climbing into our bed in the morning "Mom! My feet are as cold as the iceberg that the Titanic hit!" (except she pronounced it tit-tanic)
A segment of Max's prayer Sunday after we had talked about gratitude and thanking our Heavenly Father for even the little things. "We thank thee for bushes . . . and silverware . . . and money!"
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