…but since words are all I’ve got, I’ll give it a go.
The moment went something like this:
Stephen: “Mom! Come see what Camille’s doing!”
Oh dread. I’m anticipating the mess of phenomenal portions already.
Sure enough, I found my newly-minted two-year-old on top of the washing machine, carefully scooping up detergent and pouring it into the space behind the wall and the machine.
“You are Trouble, little girl,” I told her, gathering her up into my arms and taking her away from the crime scene.
“Twouble?” she said, and instantly her dimpled hands were folded. “Hae Mae-wee…”
It took me ten seconds and then I got it.
Camille was praying.
A Hail Mary.
Because every time an ambulance goes by, Momma says, “Someone’s in trouble!” and we all say a prayer for that person.
That’s really cute, right? And far more mystical than I could ever fathom.
That’s awesome!
Awwww…
Tops the charts on cuteness, but also very beautiful!
That is ridiculously cute! And so moving too. Just lovely.
This is very sweet. We pray a ‘Hail Mary’ when we hear emergency vehicles too. We learned to do it from a Minnasota family!
I love that! That goes to show you are doing something very right.
So sweet and beautiful.
That is so incredibly cute, and sweet, too. I’m sure our Blessed Mother was smiling down on her, keeping her out of further twouble. 😉
Darling!
What joy! 🙂
Adorable!
Can’t you just see Mary smiling? And wanting to smother her with a huge hug?!
I love it when you see some small shred of what you have been teaching come through from these little ones. Cecilia came up to me the other day and said “I gave my jeans to Jesus!” After I looked at her like she had gone completely insane, she filled me in. I finally figured it out: She had not wanted to wear her jeans that day, and had offered it up to Jesus as a sacrifice.