Conversation on our way home tonight:
Me: The roads are getting slippery.
Jonathan: Oh. I put salt out?
Me: No, it's okay.
Jonathan: I Superman, I fly fast, I keep you safe. I push car out.
I love my little Superman.
Jonathan playing with his trains:
Hey, you go to time out, I spank your butt. (puts train in engine house). Train put a tree on top of choo-choo train house. Get off my house, go in time out.
He cracks me up.
We just finished saying our bedtime prayers. I prayed for daddy to drive home safe and for God to take care of sick babies. I also prayed that Aunt Becky drives safe to work tomorrow. I asked Jonathan if there was anything else he wanted to pray for and here is the response I got:
"Pray for money so I go shopping tomorrow". Too funny. We never talk about money, unless it involves putting it in his "piggy pank". My kind of man. Now if that money would only show up . . .