This morning I was driving the boys to school. I dropped Jay at the middle school and Nick and I were en route to the elementary school. The sweet, innocent stories that came from Nick's mind which then came right out of his mouth are numbered now as he's not a little kid anymore, he's almost 9. But this morning I got a small reminder that he's still little and I got to enjoy one of "those stories."
Nick: "Mom, what do you think is worse, a fire tornado or a regular tornado?"
Me: "Nick, I don't know what a fire tornado is. I've never heard of it but I guess if you're asking me, I would assume a fire tornado is worse than a regular tornado."
Nick: "What do you mean you don't know what a fire tornado is? They talk about it in the Bible."
Me: "Nick, I think you are referring to Moses and the burning bush!!"
Nick: "Oh yeah, that's it, the burning bush. I was confused."
Nick and I enjoyed a huge belly laugh together on our drive. If only every Monday morning could start with that much laughter and innocence.
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