My yellow-haired child crawled up into the bay window and picked up my Nestle-Aland Greek New Testament (placed there by the raccoon). The raccoon, using a stool, followed her into the window.
Avery then crossed her legs and said, "I'm going to read you a story, Baby Will."
Will sat down criss-cross-applesauce and listened as Miss A, in her platform shoes, translated the Greek scriptures for him. He grunted affirmingly in all the appropriate places.
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When I have kids I hope they are half as funny as yours!
You should become a minister. You have a built-in congregation right there. Will knows when to "amen" in the right places, and Avery is a natural born teacher. I guess that gift comes from her mommy.
These stories are incredibly entertaining. I haven't figured out this pet-raccoon thing that you apparently have going on, but I'll keep reading.
Jen - Thanks for stopping by. I call my son "the raccoon" sometimes because he gets in the trash so often (egg shells and coffee grinds are the favs). His name is Will; he's 20 months.
Jesus loves raccoons too!
Cute!
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