My sons took care of the neighbor’s dog this weekend. Having received their payment late Saturday evening, they were itching to be taken to the store on Sunday afternoon so they could spend it. I, however, was feeling the residual effects of my early morning Holy Hour and said that I’d be happy to take them if they could wait ‘til I’d had some coffee.
It is very hard for an 8-year-old boy to be patient when a brand new Nerf gun is on the line. Jem made some valiant efforts to not badger me as I sat there, but finally he had to know.
“Um, Mom…” he said, looking at me and then the clock, “Are you done with your caffeine yet?”
Ad Jesum per Mariam,
Amen sister. I cannot function without coffee in the morning. What time is your holy hour, if I may ask? How do you stay awake?:-)
haha!
Well…were you? and did he get his nerf gun?
I love it, kids sometimes have the ability to say things that shock you to no end.
I thought of you when I saw this. I’m sorry I can’t share the coffee with you right now.