Question of the day

"Daddy, can God make me into a train?"

This was followed by angry tears when I told him that God didn't work that way.  "Besides," I said, "Mommy and I would miss you.  If you were a train you couldn't come to our house, you'd have to sleep outside on the train tracks."

The response: "I don't want a house!  I want to sleep outside!"

Tonight Myles called me upstairs. I came up to find him with a handful
of liquid soap. "I want to give you a foot massage.". Touched I
thanked him for the offer but that you had to use lotion not soap for
foot massages. He goes and turns on the tub, rinses off the soap, goes
and gets the baby lotion and runs into the room I was in and tells me
to take off my shoes. I lay back and let my 3 year old plop cold blobs
of baby lotion on my feet and calves. It was awesome.
And just as we were falling asleep tonight Myles pops over to tell me
that he is planning on giving me all his toys for a whole week.
Being pregnant just got a whole lot easier tonight.
My son is a good person.