I Don't Ever Want to be a Daddy

Yearbooks were distributed yesterday and Joel was reading me the things his classmates said in response to a questionnaire.

"Mom, do you know what Iris wants to be when she grows up? A mommy."

"That's great, honey. I hope God makes her a mommy someday."

"Well, I don't ever want to be a daddy," he replied adamantly.

"Oh? Why not?" I asked.

"Cuz ! It is WAY too hard to raise a child!"

Fridge and Magnet

Joel gave me a big, tight hug this morning.

"Boy, you're huggy today!" I said warmly.

"I'm the refrigerator and you're the magnet," he said.


I love that analogy. Just SO glad he didn't say it the other way around.

Poor Lynxes

Joel was reading a book about baby animals in the van last week.

"Mom, did you know that baby lynxes are called kits or cubs?"

"Yeh, I think I knew that."

"Did you know they weigh six to ten pounds when they're born?"

"No, I didn't know that."

"And did you know they're poor?"

"Poor?" I wondered aloud. "Why are they poor?"

"Because. " he said sadly, "they only have dirt homes to live in, not real ones."