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I try to be Christ-like. I try to do the right things. I try to say the right words. I try to think the right thoughts.
I try to smile at people as they pass. I try to support the appropriate causes. I try to love my neighbors even when they don’t love me back. I try to be kind and supportive to those in need.
Every day, I try to be like Christ.
Every day, I fail. I laugh at the wrong joke. I pass judgment on someone else’s life. I turn a blind eye to life’s injustice.
“What if every tow truck ran out of gas?”
“How do bodies get to heaven after they’ve been buried?”
“‘Si usted está contento y usted sabe que aplaudas! That means, ‘If you’re happy and you know it clap you hands!”
It’s not unusual for a period of 15 minutes with Squirts to follow this or some similar line of conversation. Sometimes, it’s like trying to chase popcorn. Just when you think you know where a topic is headed…pop, we’re off in another direction.
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Squirts likes to talk. He gets that from his mommy! Many of our friends and family have been participants in one of his chatty exchanges. I say “exchange,” but in truth the conversations are usually fairly one-sided. He talks. You listen. He gets that from his mommy too! (Just kidding! Really! Just kidding!)
I love to look up or walk into a room and see him holding court with another adult. The grown-up usually stands slightly bent at the waist, nodding vaguely, with eyebrows arched and a barely open mouth circled in surprise. If a thought bubble popped up over the adult’s head it would probably say, “Wow, this kid can talk!” or “When do I get to say something?” or “What happened to this kid’s mom and dad anyway?”
Squirts is a pretty good eater. There aren’t many things he doesn’t like or won’t at least taste. We’ve been lucky in that way. Just don’t get in any hurry at meal time though, because he eats at one speed – slow.
But there is one food at which he consistently turns up his nose.
If he sees any chunky red things as his mom or I put salad on his plate, he always says, “Oooh, no to-may-toes for me! To-may-toes are gross!”
We reply, “Oh Squirts. Those aren’t to-may-toes, silly. Those are to-mah-toes.”
