Last night we had family home evening down stairs with our pillow couches, the soft carpeting and toys because Rachel wasn't feeling well and had been laying on the couch. While John was trying to give a lesson, Ruth, Kate, Johnny, Adam, and Anya were tossing the pillows, getting out toys, wrestling, and talking. At one point Rachel said she had to go to the bathroom. I picked her up and took her upstairs to the bathroom. She looked at me when we got up the stairs and said, "I am listening to Dad. No one is listening to Dad, but I am listening. Ruth and Kate are big. They are not listening. I am little, but I am listening."
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Oh, the wisdom of little ones. That is sweet.
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