Caleb started to bite me the other day. It made me so mad and I started saying "Caleb, you DO NOT bite Mama or I'll...." when Caleb put his hands together, bowed his head, started jibbering and finished with "Amen". Yeah, I wasn't so mad anymore. It was hard to keep a straight face. The boy knows when to pray. Now when he gets sent to timeout, he starts praying. Yesterday he wanted to pray with me and I asked who we were going to pray for. He said Daddy, Shh (that's what he calls Michelle) and so we did.
At night we put socks on his feet and they seem to fascinate him when he wakes up. They are usually off by morning and he is playing with them. If they aren't in his hands when we take him out of the crib, he will search for them. He says socks, socks, socks and shoes.
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