As always, Mom has the best kiddo stories… this afternoon when I picked Cohen up, Mom told me two stories that threatened to make me pee my pants I was laughing so hard.
So go to the bathroom- and then come back have yourself a healthy chuckle.
I have mentioned before that Josh (age 5) is really into preaching right? Josh has these crazy green eyes and tight light brown curls that often remind us of the way my grandma‘s hair used to look right after she got it done at the beauty shop. He has this grin that gives away just how ornery he is… (can’t you just see it here?)
He preaches in the living room and paces back and forth in front of the leather sectional. Most of the sermons start the same way: “well…God…God is…“; he always is tightening his belt or tugging on the loopholes of his pants.
The particular sermon he gave last evening was about how God makes everything grow. “well… God…God is amazing. He sends all of the rains to the ground. And the rains water all of the seeds. And whelp, the seeds grow. Then the seeds grow into Chicken McNuggets….”
Yes, friends, Chicken McNuggets. Didn’t you know they are one of God’s finer creations?
Something tells me he’s going to be a little disappointed when we can’t find those darn Chicken McNugget seeds to plant in our garden this summer…
The same night (how does Mom stand the sheer hilarity of it all?) at bedtime Mom was talking to the boys about how we are going to see Jesus one day. She said, “I can’t wait to give him a hug- what will you guys want to do when you see Jesus?”
Now its important to understand a few things… Joe and Josh’s biological Mom encourages them to like WWF wrestling. Not something Mom allows at her house for all of the more than obvious reasons. She had to even ban talking about wrestling for a season (‘nother funny wrestling related story here {half way down the page “Jesus is the Real King”}) She and Dad have encouraged the boys to like college wrestling since, you know, its an actual sport. Well even though they do like to watch college wrestling, they still try to get away with the WWF moves when they can.
So, Mom asks the seemingly innocent question and Joe (age 7) pipes right up. “I want to WRESTLE Him!” Mom said his ornery grin melted a second later “I mean, college wrestling, Mom”
Sure, Joe. Sure.
Thanks for the cute story…
I grew up under a preacher that came from the hills of Kentucky (full blown pentecostal Baby) your rendition of Josh’s preaching took me back down memory lane for a second..LOL
And there is certainly a story in letting him plant some McNugget seeds then sneaking down to MickeyD’s and getting the real thing to sprout???
Again thanks for the chuckle::::
You my dear are going to have a interesting summer!!
Oh, the line about wrestling God (college style) was great! Your mom should be writing a book ๐
Haha, what an awesome kid. At least he’s not playing rugby with the offering piggy bank…
When I was little I used to line up all my soft toys and preach to them (and yes, baptise them). You wouldn’t believe what a high that gives you. It’s still fun, especially when friends are visiting and it becomes a group activity…mhmm.
Hey Erika.. you’re from New Zealand too aye? i just clicked on your blog ๐ yay for another Kiwi on here. I’m from Auckland..
Kate, thanks for sharing the story ๐ they sound like great boys.. your Mom should keep a record of the funny things they say/do ๐
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