My 5yo son pointed to an envelope with JENDI on it and said, “What’s that say, Mommy?”
“That’s my name.”
He quickly replied, “No. They spelled it wrong. It starts M-O-M…”
Wit & Wisdom from my Journey through Womanhood
My 5yo son pointed to an envelope with JENDI on it and said, “What’s that say, Mommy?”
“That’s my name.”
He quickly replied, “No. They spelled it wrong. It starts M-O-M…”
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As I walked closer to the deli counter I noticed an older man scrutinizing the different types of turkey.
The elderly lady behind him said, “You didn’t get a ticket.”
“Huh?”
She repeated loudly, “You didn’t get a ticket.”
“There isn’t any.”
“Yes there is.”
“It’s empty.”
So she walked over and told the employee, “He says you don’t have any tickets.”
“We have tickets. They’re just stuck.”
She expertly fiddled with the bright red dispenser until she got a ticket then turned to hand it to the older man she was with.
“I’m already waited on.”
That’s how I became ticket number 59 at the deli counter.
My 3 year old daughter says to the 2 year old, “When I’m big I’m going to have 2 little tiny babies. You can see them when I bring them home.”
My 5 year old son says, “I’m going to be big first.”
The 3 year old retorts, “But I’m going to be old too.”
“Like when you are seven?”
“Yea, I’m going to be big and not tell how old I am like Mommy.”

My 5 year old son asked me, “Mommy, do we marry sisters?”
I hesitantly replied, “No, we do not.” All the while wondering what brought that up.
Then he turned to his three year old sister and said, “Sorry, A– you’ll have to find somebody else. I don’t marry sisters.”
Thanks to an e-mail from my friend I have some questions for you.
Why do I find these intriguing?

O taste and see that the Lord is good: blessed is the man that trusteth in him.
Psalm 43:8
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