I'd have to say the highlight of my week was when my Jen showed up on my front door, saying her embarrassed four year old Whitton owed me an apology. After ten minutes or so of encouraging/cajoling/threatening, he finally whispered, "I'm sorry I peed on Ike."
Maggie: I hope that when Bethie grows up, she marries a black man. Me: why? Maggie: So that we can get some real black people in this family. This family is too white. Me: well, you could marry a black man.
Maggie: but then my kids won't be really black, just some black, like Barack Obama.
Ike: Mom, when can I get communion? Me: When you confess that Jesus is your savior and you want to follow him for all your life. Ike: Will I have to be nicer? Me: Well, if you're following Jesus, then, yeah. Ike: (shakes head) I'm always gonna be mean to Maggie.