Our little Charlie has quite the imagination. When I picked him up from nursery class on Sunday the other week his teachers were giggling and saying they now had to refer to the Holy Ghost as the Holy Spirit. That Sunday they had a lesson on the Holy Ghost and every time they said "Holy Ghost" Charlie would put up his hands fingers faced forward and wiggly them in a creppy manner and say "spooo-keeey" in a scary voice.
I ponder as to how his little two year old brain came up with this. We read him the Mercer Mayer books. There is one titled Daddy and Me (or something to that effect). In the book the little boy goes camping with his Dad and he tells his that ghost stories and uses spooky fingers. :) Ah-HAH!
Oh, and thank you Uncle Kyle for telling our child that his bummed is cracked. He is now very concerned who broke it. I keep telling him that everyone has a cracked bum but I don't think he quite believes me.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
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