My house is full, no room left at the Inn. There are 9 of us sharing limited space. I was hoping that it wouldn't be a problem, that the size of my house would just mean that we would share more love, hugs and closeness during the holidays. Perhaps I was wrong. I was making toast for Nathanial, my in-laws little 8 year old foster boy, when he came up to me and said....
"You have a really small house."
"Yes I do"
"No...I mean it is teenee tineee"
"Yes it is, but it's still nice"
"I said it was small....I never said it was nice."
.........ouch!
1 comment:
out of the mouths of babes! lol.
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