From the Mouth of My Babe

"Mom, will you take a picture of me eating my corn?"

Tonight Davis said the following prayer after I tucked him into bed:
"Dear Heavenee Fodder, Tank you for dis day. I don't bite Isaac. I don't bite Isaac. I go to my woom if I bite Isaac. I go to my woom if I bite Isaac. In da name of Jesus....oh...I don't bite Maddie. I don't bite Maddie. In da name of Jesus Christ, Ay-Men."