
A couple nights later I got home and my son was playing with his sports action figures. He was saying "the groundskeeper can't go to the game because he was hit by a car". My husband and I looked at each other shocked. I told my son getting hit by a car or truck was not a joke. He understood. "Did you say that because what we found out about our friend the other night?" He shook his head yes- we told him that it was serious and that is why we still prayed for the man every night. He looked at my husband and I with utter confidence and said, "I know he's all right", as if he had seen him himself. My husband and I looked at each other and acknowledged that he may very well know more then we do. Funny thing was, the reading I had listened to was something along the lines of, "out of the mouths of babes..."
On a lighter note.... the other night my son was being petulant and well, kind of bratty. I told him I was disappointed in how he was behaving at the dinner table. Without missing a beat, he replied, "be positive Mommy, be positive." Well, it's hard not to crack a smile when your three year old tells you to "Be Positive".
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