Usually, this is a cooking blog. But some nights, I don't cook. Some nights, we actually go out. This is one of those nights, so instead of a recipe, you are getting a funny kid story.
This week, to keep Dixon quiet during church, I allowed him to bring his crayons and some paper. He glued two sheets together before we left the house to make a book - according to him, a Bible. During church he illustrated it, and when we got home, he wanted to dictate the text to his father.
Here is the text:
God loves us.
We love church.
We love God.
God made some people.
I was OK until the last one... so I waited until Dixon went to bed to ask the scribe (Michael) - what does this mean? God made some people??
Michael said, "According to Dixon, God makes some people. Mommies make the rest."
My big boy a few days ago...