T is for Tuesday. Tuesday is for T.

Here are some of T's finer moments from the past week or so:

Attempting to catch snowflakes on his tongue......

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T's beloved blue dog had been thrown in the washing machine for a much needed cleaning. As bed time was approaching, T was searching for Blue and I told him to go retrieve his friend from the dryer. T seemed to be spending a great deal of time in the laundry room but I was busy doing something else and didn't go investigate. About 10 minutes later, T came upstairs and said, "Mommy! Come look what I did!" Expecting to find some type of creation/disaster, I was pleasantly surprised when I was greeted by two laundry baskets of clothing that had been removed from the dryer. "See?!", T exclaimed. "I took all of the clothes out of the dryer. I put my clothes in one basket and Z's clothes in the other basket. Didn't I do a great job?"

Oh, it was enough to melt a mother's heart. I guess he has been listening all those times when I narrate what I am doing while I go about my household business. What a treat, T!

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While eating lunch the other day, a large group of black birds suddenly seemed to invade one of our next door neighbor's trees. They were loud and caused quite a ruckus. T decided that they were having church in that tree (might that suggest that our church is a bit boisterous?). Anyway, after telling me about the birds' church goings, he then pointed out one of the birds and said, "That must be the Birdnick." I had him repeat what he had said again and mentally decided that T was making up words again. However, T then stated, "That bird is the pastor. He's Bird Nick." Suddenly, it all made sense. Our pastor's name is Nick and so we refer to him as Pastor Nick. T simply took that name and logically extended it to the birds. We have our Pastor Nick. The black birds have their Bird Nick. Makes perfect sense, don't you think?

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When Michael returned home from work one evening last week, T announced that we were having Hosanna for supper. While this IS the name of T's preschool, it certainly was NOT what was being served that evening. Rather, there was a steamin' hot dish of lip smackin' LASAGNA in the oven. Hosanna. Lasagna. I can see how he got confused.

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T loves to play "chase" around the house. Before nap the other afternoon, he asked if I would chase him. He told me Daddy was going to play too, and that Daddy would be in the front, I would be in the middle and he would be in the back. It was a rousing game followed by some quiet rest time. When Michael went to release T from his rest time in his room, this was the conversation that ensued:

T: "Daddy, do you have Jesus in your heart?"
M: "Yes. I sure do."
T: "Wasn't it fun playing the chasing game before nap?"
M: "Yeah, that was fun."
T: "Did you know Jesus was playing chase with us the whole time, too?"