abriel is, hands down, the child that has provided us with the most verbal gems to file away in the old family journal. Just two days ago Elijah watched Gabriel slowly reach a small finger across the island, hook itself around the rim of his cup of water and tug it over so it's contents spilled all over Elijah's lap. When my kids commit such willful acts of unkindness they don't get second chances. Gabriel was sent to bed at the unripened hour of 6:30. As he slowly pulled down his sheets I sat on the end of the bed waiting to tuck him. I heard this:
Cue the conversation about taking ownership of your own sin...
My adorable little sinner.
My adorable little sinner.
