Toddler Theology
I am ever thankful that, despite my stupid schedule, I am able to sit down with the entire family every night for a dinner with us all together. We can and do talk about all sorts of things - tempered, of course, by screaming from the under three-years-old crowd and some barking.
So, we're sitting at the dinner table one night, and I notice my older boy (11) picking his nose. Like any Dad, I hassle him for it. Then I immediately view our two-year-old, Corin, doing the same.
I say, "Some little brothers learn to play football from their older brother. Others learn math. Some learn to build models."
I continue, "What does Corin learn from his big brother? To pick his nose."
Corin immediately pipes in:
"Amen!"
Priceless.
So, we're sitting at the dinner table one night, and I notice my older boy (11) picking his nose. Like any Dad, I hassle him for it. Then I immediately view our two-year-old, Corin, doing the same.
I say, "Some little brothers learn to play football from their older brother. Others learn math. Some learn to build models."
I continue, "What does Corin learn from his big brother? To pick his nose."
Corin immediately pipes in:
"Amen!"
Priceless.
posted by Hammertime at
1/17/2006 11:48:00 AM
2 Comments:
Our oldest daughter, when she was very young, shook the hand of the new pastor at church as we left the sanctuary. A few steps later she asked "Daddy, is that our new God?" Needless to say, we got a great deal of mileage out of that one with the pastor.
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Anonymous, at 1/17/2006 01:54:00 PM
Yeah well my son learned that trick from some book some friends of mine sent!
Thanks!
and corin is as usual priceless!
By
Anna, at 1/17/2006 05:51:00 PM
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