I'm just gonna go ahead and say it:
My chickadees crack me up.
Whirling Dervish, my youngest son, seems to be the most prolific in the getting-the-laughs department. Why just the other day he was singing about God's promise of the rainbow. He could only remember about three lines from the song and was happily singing them over and over again.
All of a sudden he stopped and decided to give me his version (hand motions included) of why God put a rainbow in the sky:
"Mommy, God puts a rainbow in da sky every time it rains. It's His pwomise to never fwood da basements of da earf ever again."
Think he's picked up on the fact that our new house has a flooding problem?
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