In speaking for myself. Yet, by your gracious patience,
I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver . . ."
(William Shakespeare's Othello, I.iii.88-90)
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
3-Year-Old Wisdom
Today as we were having lunch, my 3-year-old (see previous post) looked at me across the table, smiled, and lovingly announced, "Mommy, you're a nice old person."
One day in church, my youngest son looked at my hands on the back of the pew in front of us and whispered, "Mommy, how come you have old-lady hands, all wrinkly and bumpy?"
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One day in church, my youngest son looked at my hands on the back of the pew in front of us and whispered, "Mommy, how come you have old-lady hands, all wrinkly and bumpy?"
So I feel your pain, Cheryl.
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