Me: Gavin, you ready to say your prayers?
Gavin: No...I don't wike to.
Me: We need to say our prayers, Jesus like us to talk to him every night.
Gavin: I don't wike him.
Me: Him who?
Gavin: Jesus...I don't wike him.
Me: Why?
Gavin: Cause he don't wike me...cause he's hiddin' me (hitting)
Me: Hitting you? Where?
Gavin: cause he's hiddin' me at church mom.
Me: Jesus never hits anyone Gavin, did you know he is your big brother?
Gavin: No!....No Mom....No way!....Get outta here!
With conversations like this at age two I'm scared for the future, he has somewhat of an active imagination if you know what I mean.
1 comment:
That is hilarious! You are such a calm mom too. I would have probably spanked my kid and told him never to say he didn't like Jesus again...hahaha
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