Monday, February 1, 2010
Dear God...
Last night after supper Ethan asked me if I was too old to have a baby. I told him I was not, so he asked, "well, who decides if you get one?" I didn't want to get into the whole birds and bees talk with my seven-year-old, so I said, "God decides." Ethan folded his hands looked at the ceiling and said, "Dear God, please GET my mom pregnant."
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Well, everyone and everything is potty trained at your house. It probably is about time to have a baby! I'm with Ethan, I'll start praying too!
Debbie
Wouldnt it be easier just to wait and have grand kids then you can send them back home when your done with them/
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