Like normal children, our kids like to tell jokes. And they are not very funny. Most jokes are of the chicken/road variety, but I don't think the children understand the concept of a punchline. They especially like to tell jokes to Chris while we are driving in the car. After each joke, Chris will say, "1, 2, 3, laugh!" And everyone will burst into forced laughter.
We were in the car yesterday, and Beth said, "Yoke, tell, Dad?" After I informed Chris that someone was speaking to him, he told Beth he would love to hear her joke. Hear it is:
"Why chick road?" ("Why?") "Cow eating bird."
Then she finished it up with, "1, 2, laugh! Ha ha ha ha ha!"
Monday, February 23, 2009
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Help!
I thought I was clever enough to figure out how to change the look of my blog. Now it is a mess. I don't know how to fix it. I can't even get it to go back to what it was. Sorry about the mess. I don't have time to fix it now. I'll do it later. Maybe.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
A child's prayer
Bethie has learned to pray. She prays several times a day. She says, "I say it," and then starts praying no matter what else is going on. She often prays while someone else is trying to say a prayer--she just prays louder. Most of her prayers go something like this:
"Our Father, please bless our Sarah. Please bless our Nathan. Please bless our Mommy. Please bless our Sarah. Please bless our Daddy. Please bless our Nathan. Please bless our Ammon. Please bless our Beffie. Please bless our Jesus. Please bless our Sarah. Please bless our Nathan. (and then someone prompts "in the name of" and she says) Christ, Amen!"
It's very sweet. Today, she wanted to give the family prayer. She kept insisting we all kneel down, but we weren't done with scriptures yet. Eventually, it was time. She prayed, "Our Father, please bless our bums. Please bless our guitars. Please bless our Blues Clues. Amen!"
"Our Father, please bless our Sarah. Please bless our Nathan. Please bless our Mommy. Please bless our Sarah. Please bless our Daddy. Please bless our Nathan. Please bless our Ammon. Please bless our Beffie. Please bless our Jesus. Please bless our Sarah. Please bless our Nathan. (and then someone prompts "in the name of" and she says) Christ, Amen!"
It's very sweet. Today, she wanted to give the family prayer. She kept insisting we all kneel down, but we weren't done with scriptures yet. Eventually, it was time. She prayed, "Our Father, please bless our bums. Please bless our guitars. Please bless our Blues Clues. Amen!"
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Loftier ambitions
Yesterday, Nathan informed us, "I want to be a taxi driver. After I save the world."
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