After a very busy day yesterday, I was worn out by late afternoon. I pretty much let the boys have free rein of the house as long as no one got hurt.
I hear Jackson shouting something in the front room. I couldn't figure out what he was saying. Toddler speak is a completely different language. For example, Jackson told me, "I want a pretzel." It took me about 2 minutes to figure out it was pretzel he was saying because I was interpreting it as, "I want a pistol." Yep, glad he was saying pretzel in the end.
So after shouting a few more times, he comes running into the kitchen. He runs up to me showing me the cross I keep on the foyer table saying, "It's Jesus, Mommy!" with a huge smile on his face.
My heart melted a little in that moment.
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