...From the mouths of little boys. I was volunteering in Sierra's class today and having the kids pass off their reading books. In walks a little boy named Thomas and proudly boasts, "Guess what, I can pick my boogers with my tongue!" To say his declaration caught me off guard would be an understatement. Random times such as these are when I am grateful to my Father for creating little children, whether they are cute and shy or quirky and blunt, and I'm especially grateful for the opportunity I have to be constantly surrounded by them, in one way or another! And remember... we cannot enter the kingdom of God unless we become as a little child. (Does that mean I have to learn how to pick my boogers with my tongue?)
