Last Fall, we were discussing "coolant" - what it is, what it's function is in the car, why we need it, etc. After my Dearest and I said it, we heard it being repeated by our children.
Ethan said, "Kool-Aid" (mind you, he's never had any, at least that I know of).
Isaac tried pronouncing it: "Cool-Mint."
Ethan, forgotting how he pronounced it, corrects his brother, "Isaac, it's 'Cool-Maid.' "
Ah, how very blessed we are, even when things seem to be falling apart.
Sons are a heritage from the LORD, children a reward from him. Psalms 127:3
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