“Boy, you’re sure wiggly today, John,” Boppa said.
“That’s because he wants free range, Bops,” Clara replied.
Seconds later they were at the window waving good-bye to daddy when Clara stated, “You liberal!” to her not quite one year-old brother.
“What?!” I said. “What did you say?” I asked.
“I called him a liberal,” five year old Clara answered matter-of-factly.
“Why’s he a liberal?” I asked.
“He has to be if he’s gonna be someone important.
Then… on the way to preschool, Clara was giving John some Cheerios. In the process I overhear,”I apologize John if they taste different.”
Afraid to ask, I asked anyhow. “Why do they taste different?”
Clara replied, “I dropped a bunch of them but I put them all back.”
Writing for His glory –